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What is love

What is love

Is it the joy in a child’s laughter 
or
The misery in a loved ones death
If love were a color would it be red or blue
If love were just a promise would it end or stay true
Could it that love is nothing more than a four letter word conjured by youth

WRONG here’s the truth
Love is a tool molded by the one who made me and you, not a trap
True love is pure sacrifice
That’s what was Given by the one who paid the ultimate price
This isn’t about a fairytale that holds no real happy ending
This is the product of the greatest love story ever known 
A man so bold who took the step in defending your life by giving His own
That is love, it came down from the throne and converted to flesh and bone, the purest sacrifice left His home to grow up only to die alone
This love is a gift, a promise that will never hurt you, or lie to you, or whisper sweet nothings into your ear make you feel like your flying and then fill you fear if you defy your partner treasures that should be given at marriage not taken in quick moments of lust.
This love doesn’t hurt you or nail you to regret or make you feel like your filthy and worthless
This love took your nails, and carried your faults 
This love says if you give me your life you’ll see that when I cried “it is finished”
I was crying for you, for your faults, for your filth, for your heart
In Me you will see that you are worthy and your purity is a vault that can’t be thrown out
Your mistakes that’s what I’m talking bout turn to me and you will be free
Because my love, sustains you, encourages you, and prepares you to live your life with sacrifice 

That’s what Love is

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