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It Is Not About Love

I am sorry I have to say
It is not love, by the way
Something else to hold on
Then a relationship is born

The concept of love is overrated
With the breath being baited
But till when would that last?
Soon it is a thing of the past

So if not love, what is it?
Let us decipher bit by bit
Emotions that are there to stay
And not shaped like clay

Respect I am absolutely sure
Is one very good cure
Its permanence and its basis
Forms a firm chassis

Similarities in approach
With each being the coach
Understanding, accepting each other
With none being the mother

You may say love subsumes all
Here is where lies the great fall
Has it been the same
There would not be a separate name

Love is just the outer peel
It is not the final seal
It is the seed that grows
It is the seed that shows

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