I don't know what is love. Maybe I might know just a bite of it, a teaspoon of it. No matter it is sweet or bitter, all we have to do is feel it and taste it. It might be a sugar-coated-black-coffee candy. It could be a lemonade-tasted sweety one.
It has no valid date and expired one. No published date or imported date. But some won't last long I swear. While you tasting it, it will be dissolved how many pieces it is cracked into. Then, you will know the taste; succulent or not, enjoy it or not. It became in you, in your veins and in your brain.
But do not be under the control of the taste you take. Get over it if it is bitter. You might spit it out, but it is late because you know how the taste is. Do not frown if it is sour because that is your choice.
It is sweet, bitter when too sweet, might be sour sometimes, bittersweet often if course. But it is a candy called love.
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PoetryThese are some pieces that I write whenever the thoughts pop up on my mind. I put feelings and senses of love and romance in every words I write. These are not copies or anyone's idea. If you want to post something about this work, please request my...
