When did love become a matter of complications?
A dose of exasperations,
A taste of hurting situations and quick exacerbations?

When did love become a series of steps?
Steps treading lightly going nowhere,
Getting you to places we never did dare?

When did love become selfish?
Dashed with prudeness,
Tarnished by crudeness, filled with prudence?

When did love stop moving in leaps?
Looking back at progress and seeing none
Loving only those we’ve already loved.

When was it decided that love should shy
Away from life and into strife,
Away from light and rightfully die?

When did darkness decide that it had the right
to complicate love without a fight.

For we fight a battle that’s already won,
Thus it is our choice to reclaim true love.

Darkness cannot decide it had this right,
For we have a choice to choose into light.

Thus darkness is wrong,

For Love is simple, Love is kind.
Shout out to Sol for inspiration!

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