It is often whispered that beautiful things need not seek attention, until love comes forth and bestows everything, until there is nothing left to give. Love can demand the uncontrollable and cause us to forget who we truly are, to do things beyond our wildest expectations.
Some may condemn it as an obsession, yet it is merely a question of how one loves. Those who do not comprehend fail to see that those whom we love may not return the same devotion and self-sacrifice that we freely offer.
But in the end, she remembered the truth of her own beauty, and emerged victorious, never having lost herself in the process.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoesiaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart. Volume 2
