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ahkil
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« on: October 22, 2007, 06:14:46 AM » |
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Don't come here expecting, love to always bloom. Plant yourself in the moment, and love may flower soon.
Don't look for some sign, like a twinkle in the eye. Love often appears, when you don't even try.
Don't tell me what love is, for I already know. Love's about leaving and always letting go...
So heed these words I give you, as love can come at a price. Love they say is freeing, yet it cuts with every slice.
Though you feel its heat now, love's frost soon will plunge. Passion often burns deep, before its freeze takes a lunge.
So bury deep inside you, everything that you hold dear. Love from just a distance, keeping not one soul too near.
And now don't you feel safe, so good all by yourself? Living your life idle, while love's upon a shelf...
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