As time is known to be the healer of pain
I shall patiently await till
My only heart is ready to beat for another being.
How nice and amazing it is to be loved.
Yet strange of how the most beautiful thing in the universe is
capable of bringing hurting.
Which I'm never ready for,
To be hurt.
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Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
