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Many people and poets, especially, talk of love, without thought, without fear, without knowing,what it is, what it can make of usLove is not just grace and beauty, dandelions, a perfect song and rainbows in the sun Love is also bitter, jealous, fierce and cold, the darkest deeds sought and desiredLove is a tidal wave that you ride or don't, there is no in between stateI burn with it....white hot, torn and bleeding from a thousand woundsI know it can consume or enliven meand either wayI will know that I have loved youand it was true