Love is the answer
To those so many questions
That keep striking my mind
All the time
And every single moment
Yes, love is the answer
It is a way
To my happiness
To my prosperity
Love is what makes me
Love is what completes me
I am nothing without love
I am made to be loved
I am made to be cherished
Love is definitely the answer
To all of my confusing questions
I want to be loved
I want to be appreciated
I want to be praised
For who I am
For what I wear
For what I do
For what I think
Yes, love is the only answer
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