I am a young poet who strongly believes in love. I believe that all people have to potential to write poetry, they just dont try. I write my peoms based on how I feel. I am happily engaged to the love of my life. Every peom i have ever written involved her in some way. She is my insperation all the time. I am also an excelent artist. I dont not care what people think about my poems, I think they are just fine. I like to make friends, but i have lots of enemies, because of my past.
Why do we love?
Did love come from above?
Is it in our nature?
Will everyone find their him or her?
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