Love is beautiful but sorrowful.
Love is binding yet sometimes it can be blinding.
Love is to be abode, love is to never get bored.
Love is utterly pure gold, never gets too old.
Love is so surreal, a sweet, unique disaster, love is to witness blossoms in October.
Never give up on love, Never give up on your loved ones, Never give up on loving thyself
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PoetryJust something simple, for fun. Collection of poems giving them a realistic twist. Expressing in them joy , , sadness, heartfelt ,myriad emotions.
