Love is breeze and devastating wind
it is a wave and disastrous tide.
Love is the fever and medicine for it
I cannot stop cursing it
But I cannot stop loving it too.
Love is the boat to shore.
Love is the iceberg that blocks us from shore.
Love is the prison and feedom too.
In love idol and worshipper are same.
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