It’s crazy, how love like flowers, blossom in the
morning, and Wilders at night.
Remember those days, when all you wished for was her,
Taking advantage of every spare moment,
Just to think about her.
She fills your senses, control your emotions, every
love line, you could relate it to her.
Those memories are priceless,
Yet they can cause you much harm.
Every beginning has an end,
Before the end, there is a story to tell.
Have you had a jewel,
Snatched from your hands?
Then you must have felt that which words cannot tell.
I speak in riddles,
Only a wounded heart can unravel,
That, which is encoded beneath.
Love is the sweetest there is,
Mind you, it can also kill like a disease.
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