Carmen

What in love, makes us think this way

Why does love, make us feel this way

Love is not possession, but still we hold

Everyone that we love, lets us be that bold

So why is love, in one not told

Even though we love, the question still holds

The why and where we find on our own

Its up to us, the rest is own its own

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for my cuz. She broke up with her boyfriend one morning and didn�t even know why. She still loved him and wanted my advice.

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