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Universal

Love is a fantasy I have not yet had.
A mere daydream that seems too good to be true.
A desire within my very heart and
The womb of my being.

Love isn't here; it's in the fairy tale books,
The ones I read to my nieces.
Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty,
They all fall in love.
But in real life,
People cheat on each other and call it love.

If love comes from the heart
No wonder so many people suffer from heart attacks.
No wonder people have clogged arteries
From false love that went tainted.

Love is hysterics in the night,
A spouse who doesn't come home.
Love is defiance,
To see the one that others frown upon.
Love is an empty stomach,
Twenty pounds lighter.
Love is the death of loneliness,
And the beginning of jealousy.
Love is the harm we lay upon each other,
The apologies we utter.

Love is universal.

January 2, 2005
Suge


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