Teardrops - Poem by October Mist
I would love to be your teardrop...
To be born in your beautiful eyes...
And to die on your soft lips...
Love, Love itself is pure...
Nobody in the world gets if being
loved beats the fact of loving someone youself.
But the one thing all human race are possible of
knowing that Love will always be
10 steps higher than hate.
Hate will bring you to the end of Life.
So take the oppurtunity to fill that hole in your heart with Love.
Because if you dont fill that hole in your heart with Love,
All you'll get in Life is Hate itself.
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