What Is It To Love?

What is it to love?
To smile and hug,
An angel from above?
To lightly tug,
The wing of a dove?

I can't remember why I'm lying here.
I can't remember how I got this way.
I remember those days when he fought my fears,
Those days when he would sweep away my trouble and dismay.

I don't want to believe his words were lies.
But the truth does hurt.
Fake smiles were made to hide useless cries,
And make it like everything's okay.

I remember those days,
We would argue who loves who more.
It's not like these todays,
With my locked heart door.

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It's not finished. I need some help with it so could someone give me an idea for this poem?????? Thanks.

-Jin