Never
has my little life
been so pure,
love has tied
what cannot
be undone.
Who dares utter
'it will end'?
I shall defy them.
My heart is true,
tied by strings,
not blue.
But red.
Full of blood,
sweet life.
There shall be
no tears,
no strife.
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PoetryCan you pin love down with ink and paper? Or on screen with pixels? No. But we must try Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous. It does not brag, does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not look for its own interests, does...
