Love is strange. It is many things, it is warming, it is comforting, it is home.
Love is a saviour. Love is a four-letter word. My love is a four-letter word.
My love is strange, it is warming, it is comforting.
My love is my home. He is my home.
I know my love is a one-time chance. Love is one chance, otherwise it's not love.
I may not believe soulmates, but I completely call bullshit on second-chance love.
Why should there be a second chance on love when there is a one-time chance on life?
Why should I try to prove my love to someone who I couldn't prove to the first time?
Love is life. Life is not love. I will spend my whole entire life loving one person.
Love is more than marriage. Love is more than sex. Love is more than children.
My love is worth fighting for. Soulmates aren't real, but he is.
My love is my life. He is my life.
I will spend my entire one life with my husband because he knows me for me.
I love him even on the bad days I love him through the fights. I will love him until I'm on my death bed.
Why shouldn't I love him? He's like a diamond that had been hidden deep in the earth, ready to shine.
Why should I be sorry? I know I'm not wrong. I know I love him.
He deserves my love, my soul, so I will give it him.
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Soul's Echoes
PoetrySeveral poems I have written in the dead of night, trying to find ways to express my feelings and experiences. I don't make up the scenarios or thoughts, it is all what I am going through and how I feel. I apologize if it's too dark and sad, but I d...
