A soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper.
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Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us,
So maybe tracing do...
The tender bloom of innocence, Where my heart collided with yours in a cosmic dance, A flicker of emotions, untamed and new, Filling our souls with a love so true.
Within the depths of our forbiddened gaze, A world of wonders, a mesmerizing maze, Every touch and whisper, a symphony, A portrait of love's pure divinity.
Yet like a fragile rose in early spring, First love, holds no eternal ring,
In our fleeting moments of our perfect happiness, We find our souls forever changed, For first love burns, leaving an indelible mark, Etching memories on our hearts, even in the dark.
In the echoes of our first love's sweet refrain, We find the strength to love, again and again, For it is in that pure, innocent embrace, That we discover love's transformative grace.
