Mixed Feelings
It sometimes brings happiness.
It sometimes brings pain.
It sometimes brings change.
It can, also, change your name.
It can sometimes bring hatred.
Or maybe just dislike.
It can sometimes bring peace.
And it can, also, bring a fight.
It can feed the less fortunate.
It can save the battered child.
It can make a person do things.
That can be concidered to be wild.
It can calm the stormy sea
And cause stir in the peaceful wind.
It can set my mind at ease.
Or make a straight line bend.
What object has this power?
What thing possess this control?
Love is what bring about this change.
All mixed up in a bowl.
It sometimes brings pain.
It sometimes brings change.
It can, also, change your name.
It can sometimes bring hatred.
Or maybe just dislike.
It can sometimes bring peace.
And it can, also, bring a fight.
It can feed the less fortunate.
It can save the battered child.
It can make a person do things.
That can be concidered to be wild.
It can calm the stormy sea
And cause stir in the peaceful wind.
It can set my mind at ease.
Or make a straight line bend.
What object has this power?
What thing possess this control?
Love is what bring about this change.
All mixed up in a bowl.
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