At first, love's a game.
A game of hide and seek,
and once you've found him,
you'll know he'll be the one to keep.
Then, love's a flame.
Sometimes the flame flickers,
sometimes it burns without a movement.
Without any sign of life
But in the end,
love that's meant to be,
will always conquer.
It'll always last.
Always and forever.
That is a very lovely poem.
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