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Part of my GCSE Coursework which resulted in an A grade, although it had been previously written in poems structure this version is in prose.

Date : 27/11/2011

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Rurmel

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Uploaded on : 27/11/2011
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Love? Love? For truly love leaves too much to be desired, any object of warm affection or devotion, having a great affection or liking for its all the same nonetheless. A useless emotion at most, am I not right? Now true love don't get me started. The mouse chasing the cheese, not scared of dying until it tastes the forbidden fruit, in which god has so strictly placed on the altar. Or the dog chasing its bone, stopped by its cruel masters, taking it by its heels leaving no room for repair. Love is a limerick of lust you hear over and over again until finally, you get the joke, which is if you are prepared for the wait. What is love? A score of zero in tennis or squash? Does it have any room in this world? If you can only love once, then how lucky will the next love be. The problems well and behold themselves if the right matters are met though what if love is successful? Settling down with the one out of many, emptying your pockets down to the last penny, for some say love is never free. No options to register later, ask later, forgive later, take later, or love later? Loving one person means loving more than one. The love between the father and his son, the mother and her daughter, this love is true love, the untouchable love, the forgiving love, the love with no side streets, joint together with an unknown cost of a relatively large amount but no matter.

Love? Some may consider a useless emotion, a game of tennis which will cater to its players with fate being the umpire. Love is the glooming shadow which blankets the soft touch of its user. A shield of pleasure which guards you from the daunting strike of reality. Or an obtainable drug, symptoms' being hallucinations, anger or a high source of pain relief. Would you buy this drug? Or run away, like the sun when he knows his time is up. Of course love is true to the person who uses its power, with great power comes great responsibility, but do we know of this ability? Inevitably though we will conjure to mind, what is true? Is it possible for true love? The straight answer would be I suppose that the joke will always be on you.

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