Love, a Poem.

Ivana Vianca
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

What is love?
Love is not a game
played by just one guy.
It takes two to play the game.
Love is more than just one word.
It takes you thinking a thousand words
similar, but still, quite meaningless.
’Cause it’s just not enough.
Love isn’t selfish.
Humans are, but never love.
Love is comfort.
When you’re going through a bad day,
There’s them, waiting for you
In front of the door, smiling.
And right there, you believe everything
would be just fine.
Love isn’t always the one
you’ve been wanting all along.
Sometimes, it means to let go
and find someone else worth your while.
Love is willing to settle down with someone
Who you find terribly annoying,
but surprisingly, bearable.
Love is and should be precious.
And you shouldn’t take it for granted.
But love could be vicious sometimes,
my friend.
So don’t get too caught up
And learn to love in equal measure.
Never too much
nor too less.
Love adequately.
Then love shall be enough.

-van

Ivana Vianca

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a Civil Engineer to be who enjoys reading and writing a little too much in their spare time. A football and comic enthusiast too.

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