True Love
For those unlucky in love
In your feelin' of sadness
and forlon,
Love songs will always be
wrong
That feelin' of dejection in
your hurt;
Courtship and your the period
of friendship,
The feelin' you can't survive
without that companionship
Had been created for a reason.
Until the true meaning is found
Your heart, love will always
confound.
The feelin' of love in itself
is deception.
You cry, and you feel you
will die in your moment
of rejection.
True love is found in the divine
The truth is not so hard to find
It had been created for our
own design.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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