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Love never ask anything in return,
Neither it quetches nor questions.
For it is to set free,
Not to bind in limits.
It never really ask for miseries,
Nor expects for any merry
Love, in fact, is a wonderment,
If you're actually with 'The One'.
Only subsist in fairy tales, some say,
Or sometimes found in flowing poesy.
But I say love is real,
As real as pain and pleasure!
Love is worth the wait,
For when it comes, nothing could be more ravishing.
Few say its surreptitiously stupid,
Fewer know that it's falsely true!
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