Love is much like a unsophisticated rose, attractive and composed,
Keeps its thorns sharp to draw blood in its protection.
Love is a sign of infinity and wipes out all sense of time
destroying all memory of a past and all fears of future
Love is a sweet cruelty as we tolerate his pain willing
since where there is love, there is pain
Path of truthful love never have a silky route
Love is an act of eternal absolution for loved ones
A tender look which becomes a convention for loved ones
Love is like a mountain, hard to ascend
However once you get to the top the vision is stunning
By
Shamim Ali
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