moving mountains within us
slated to dwindle
is love a friendship
flamed by being together
being who we are
is love solely deeds
done for another freely
without thought of self
is love fantasy
simply fabrication
designed by our mind
is love genuine
a gift left by the roadside
without recompense
and about you or does love
exist without us
is love in the void
between the substance of me
and you fusing us
is love just haiku
syllables strung together
lassoing the wind
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