I say f--k love and everything that goes with it. F--k it with a long slow stroke because it means you no good. It's like the hottest burner thrown in the bush of the most illest hood
It will have you with a felony trying to call for quick release....cause you messed up and got locked up
But what do we do? Run right back to it. Know why?
Because love is permeated. Love is a junkie's chase. Love is omnipotent and must be recognized as a brotha's afro comb when the naps are screaming and hollering
Love is a beautiful rose of all sorts...red, yellow and orange. Love is a field of lillies where insatiable bodies make love
Love is an all white wedding with eyes entranced and emotions overflowing. Love is a choice made when the heart outweighs the mind
Love is a possibility; an endeavor of sorts. Don't miss out on it because the ride is temultuous, full of inclines and curves
Love is the most pure emotion in the realm of existence. For that reason, it must be carefully cultivated and examined
Regardless of the circumstance, keep it close for it conquers all battles and strengthens all those it possesses
Let it be known now and forever; love is not the fallicy once told by pessimists but rather a soliloquy consumed by the fortuned optimist
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