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What is Love? (Brent Bourque-Loureauville, LA)

Never knowing what comes before
Always knowing what comes after

Not following threw
But always wanting something new
Making a difference
Making war
Not knowing what we are fighting for
What are we fighting for?
For the love of god
For the love of religion
For the love of country
For the love of power
Or just the love of war

Love is a filled thing
It is gentle yet so harsh
It is confusing yet so simple
It is hated ye so adored

Love can turn the coldest heart into an inferno
It tears families apart
Or brings them closer together
We crave it
We need it
From birth we seek it out
Like a moth to a flame
It has the power to destroy us
But we keep being drawn to into it
What is Love but passion?
Unfiltered it is what we want
Uncensored it is what we need
It drives creativity
It breaks boundaries
It will blow through the center of your being
We want to be wanted
We need to be needed
We demand to be seen

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