Love Poem by saintman crosswire
Love
Love is a strange sense for all
makes us blind more and more
Is an endless path without light
a fruit you can't resist to bite
Love is like an old wine
to be stronger need time
It's a magnetic path that push you in
only time tells if you can win
Key of love is a sincere hard
fighting for love is not hard
A true love makes you fly
makes you reach the highest sky
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