l.o.v.e

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In the beginning, love was simple,

One syllable and four letters,

To protect and disarm,

Build and renew.

Coupled with play and laughter,

Love picked you up when you fell,

Changed the way you saw yourself —

Most favored in your little kingdom,

Everything you desired seemed within reach.

And so you set out

Into a world waiting to be explored,

Each day, an adventure.

Not long after, you experience

Your first crush.

Nothing prepared you

For the surge of emotions

You now felt in your chest,

(Or more accurately,

The pit of your stomach).

This was love for

The very idea of love,

And you encountered it

With an innocence

That would soon wash away,

With experience in its wake.

Love can hurt,

When it confuses itself for