In the realm of poetry
everything is something else
her smile, a rainbow
his laugh, an orchestra
her eyes, a reason to live

his touch, a shock-wave

But pain remains hurtful
not a pit of darkness
and love if always beautiful

not a drug induced high

Yet, sometimes love is painful

and some people love pain

Then again,
everything is something else

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