Living without love isn’t living, you’re just kinda existing. Love so true and so kind, yet true love is hard to find. When you find it, treat it like a baby because it illuminates like a beautiful lady.
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Some confuse it with lust. Just like iron kept under the rain it starts to rust, when found, it creeps deep into the vein, and your whole world falls like rain.
But for a love so true and so naive, a king was nailed like a thief.
The ultimate love was perfected in cavalry, so genuine and stronger than ivory.
Though this love we don’t appreciate but still it doesn’t depreciate.
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Well written, Nice piece bro.
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a very beautiful poem. So many confuse love for lust and end disillusioned.