wow this is really long. but look capital letters. this idea sprang from a discussion we had in History class about if the aristocrats of Western Europe in the thirteenth century invented love as we know it today. I was just sitting there thinking, 'yo man what do i know about love oh wow that's not very much, it must be because you're, you know, young
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If you want, I would love for you guys to leave comments that say what you know about love because I love reading that stuff, it's all so beautiful. Also, could you tell me your favorite number of this thing? Kind of goes hand in hand with question number one, like what stanza do you relate to? And sorry that most of the 'object of love's in this poem are he's. I wrote it based off of one specific, specifically male person, but.