Love
So wonderful
So beautiful
Yet so painful
Ten thousand run to your bloom
Each day, and
Ten thousand run from your gloom.
Love
How wonderful
How beautiful
How painful.
Amongst the realest of things,
Still not all believe you exit.
Ten thousands have been blessed
By you, and
Ten thousands have been cursed.
Love is a beautiful thing
It would make you fly
It could make you cry
Love is a wonderful thing.
It's real
It exists
But then
We all not lucky
When it comes to love.
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Poems of your random black girl
PoetryA spontaneous outflow of emotions, feelings, thoughts and experiences is what you, my dear readers are going to be exposed to as you embark on this wonderful journey. Read my words Feel my feelings and Experience my experiences.
