love
when I find that true love of mine shining down from above I forget what it means to be lonely and accept I am a family of three I can now see this cup is half full as it ever shall be needless to quarry you will always be near and ever so sweet we shall always persevere for imagination is the only bar here and you can lift it past the clouds with only help with those that are here
Hey hey bro! Nice poem man :) I think I am one of those three.