You nave mini trial and error sessions with it when you're a kid.
In your adolescence you believe you know what it is, then you feel the real heartbreak.
It is insanity.
You keep chasing it, even when it drives you crazy.
You keep looking for it, even when you claim you're not
When it calls your name, it's your time
You can't capture the essence of it's true feeling in one line
It evolves and changes over time
This ain't what you feel for your brothers and sisters
It's what what you built with partners
Failure to communicate can turn to hate
Doing it too hard can force you to rehabilitate
Either way you look at it, it's a battle of give & take
The levels of it vary, and whether you admit or not
It's unconditional
Love is hindsight, Is simply beautiful
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