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To love is not a sudden passion,
It is a choice that has been picked to be,
Into this one I’ll put my best intentions,
Without thinking of what I can get,
                but give.

And I do love a lot of things;
Both good and bad, dead and alive,
I’ve chosen them, I do believe
That we will work without using,
                without making mine.

But nowadays most are obsessed
With turning everything into their property;
To have, to have, to only have
Today’s become their aim,
                their lightening.

But someday we will break this “usage”
That’s got into the very stem,
We just should try to look at the picture,
Without trying to find out
               what exactly paints are in.