The day you told me that I was yours and you were mine was the 26th of July,
The day I realised that love was more than rhymes was the 26th of july;
The the all I wanted was in arms and I knew it was more than enough was the 26th of July;
The day you gave me butterflies with all that you told me was the 26th of July;
And now the only day that I miss the most the most in my life and I can't just suffice is the 26th of July...
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Love and Hate..
PoetryUnrequited love,painful love,rejected love....love,all kinds of it hurts. Hate is the feeling you get after the beautiful form of love is vanished from your life. So love is the beautiful start and hate is the devastating end..so we together can cal...
