Smelt with the nose, and eyes to glance
Just like a rose pleasant fragrance
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Driving crazy, fueling the heart
With such cozy all day and night.
While many laugh some dwell in hell
When it is rough and cry as well
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
That dries the tears, and hugs so tight
All through the years, of many sights.
Sort of a must, it involves trust
Like a virus, it infect us
Yet people doubt, if it is love
Seeing through eyes yet seem so blind
Cold like an ice, large chunk to find..
Held by handcuffs despite the fall
When it slips off suicide may call
Yet there is doubt, could it be love
Wood and an axe, defying laws
Burning the wax, brightening shores.
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