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You do not know of which you speak

Wait until the day when your love truly leaks

This will seem so fake, so fictional, so..youth

It is nothing compared to the truth

How could you call that love

When I doubt there was much consisting of

Love really isn't love until you give it away

It is not anything that you could possibly pay

Love is a verb, taking action every moment

Is stands through any depth of dent

Too large of a word for even myself to understand

It is not where any pawn is meant to land

Little children no not what they speak of

When they talk of the thing called love

I cannot describe what it really is

Only what it is not, and definately not his

He could not know the lost feelings

The sense of all accurate dealings

Of course, what do I know about such things

I'm just a puppet on a couple strings