An overwhelming feeling for another,
The absence of a relative or friend,
The undisputed feelings of a mother,
That feeling of completion at the end.
In love there lies a freedom of desires,
Though governed by the failings of the heart,
It cheers us and fulfils us yet conspires,
To hurt the most when loving falls apart.
For love is both the pleasure and the pain,
Fulfilling at its best; at worst benign,
Though searching we will find what we desire,
Perhaps one day while searching, I'll find mine.
Xussia (written 27 years ago - I did find mine in the end!)
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