Life, we manage him, don't we?
Love, we express her, should we?
Lust...it's unnecessary.
Love! You're a necessity.
Fights, they're unpredictable,
Love, she's still unstoppable.
Pain, it's inevitable,
Love! You're still a miracle.
Sleepless nights thinking of her,
Though Quarrel would come later,
Love...she would always be there
And would cause me to defer.
I love her, I always do.
Though Anger would change my view,
Sometimes...it gives me a clue
That our love still remain true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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