Love is but a sing rose
It sprouts and you feel yourself
Being with joy as it blooms
As time goes by you
Find yourself falling into
A hole of despair as
You grasp screaming at the
Pain you fell as you
Fall ever deeper into this
Hole at never ending
Nothingness hoping you can crawl your
Way back to what
Your once was
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