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It's Love, Right ?

Some days you love,
Some days you leave,

On some you smile,
On some you crib,
On some you take,
On some you give,
On some I matter,
On some I don't,
On some you bother,
On some you just won't.

These mild storms
Of emotions,
Feel like tides
In the ocean,

Sometimes it hits hard
Like a rock on the head,
Sometimes the fears
Drown me
And make me feel dead,

The spark feels lit
And legitimate,
Though at times
You make me think
Is it even a date ?

The depth on some days,
Makes me believe
More than me
In you,
While on other days
It questions
My own thoughts
About me and you,

I keep thinking
And fighting,
Don't know with whom
And for what ?
Are we even
Made for each other 
Or not ?

Looks like,
This love is tough
And so is the will,
The intentions are good,
So maybe we should
Leave the worries behind
And take out some time,
For this mysterious ride
Before the end of tide.

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