what we make of it.
its not a big fuss.
not a peacock dance.
but a feeling.
you could bask in its warm glow
or roast in its fiery flames,
it could wing you to the heights of heaven,
or damn you to the depths of hell.
you don't need no quartet playing love songs
ringing inside your head.
when you're in love.
you just know it.
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