It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run its ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins.
It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up the sky or a comet skimming the stratosphere.
But it is an honor to love you. Like the snow drifts giving way to spring, I will hold you as long as I can.
Lang leav.
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Happy Poetry :)
Poetryafter the sad poetry, its time to try to make you happy ^^ > finished ! Enjoy this new post <3
