Love isn't perfect as it is
Nor lovely as what we call it
It is an imperfect misfortune
That everyone feels when our heart beats out of tune
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Midnight Thoughts (Prose And Poetry)
KöltészetA life that is written For every letter that is given There's a corresponding pain And a Heart that is broken. ------ I will now share a life that once mine A life of my past As how it struggles in time ------ makatangstupida
Love
Love isn't perfect as it is
Nor lovely as what we call it
It is an imperfect misfortune
That everyone feels when our heart beats out of tune
