This is how love dies.
butterflies are replaced by nausea
Joy and smiles are displaced by despair.
Sorrow drains the life out of lovers’ eyes.
This is how love died before it was even tried
frigid hearts, uncried shoulders,
danger, daring, and boldness all rejected
This is how love is restored
if a spark is left somewhere stored
if lovers, that is, till death, are not bored
if there is something left undiscovered
If hearts are not swindled
after being ruthlessly toyed and fiddled,
this is how love is reignited
if it has not completely withered.
This is how Love gets reborn
when it is least anticipated,
even after being rejected,
if two hearts are firmly connected.
Hope you like the poem.
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Love never dies It seems we might hide from it ‘tho
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Hmm. Yes
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/and…. 🤣
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And nothing
Just go with the flow of life
Remember life is happening to us and not the other way round
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Yes, so be it
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What will be will be
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Que Sera, Sera
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💃🏻🪩
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Ah love and it’s value. This complex thing summed up so succinctly~~Beautiful 💕
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If there is anything I have learned from meeting someone you love, it is that love becomes a choice. You voluntarily choose them every second, every hour of the day.
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Thank you for reading my poem, Careena. I am glad you liked it 👍🏼👍🏼
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