My love for you is on fire. Filled with passion and desire. With so much determination to have you, I persist to love you more. And as my love grew stronger and stronger, I became weak and then I got weaker. And I was consumed by the flame, the flame of love which I thought would dress me in glory, but it burned me instead. I saw the ashes of my heart drifted in the thin air and then it dissappeared. Tears, like raindrops could not stop flowing from my eyes. This so much love which I thought would give me a life, tormented me tenderly, it is softly killing me. And I saw you just watching me burn as if waiting for me to turn into ashes.
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Prose and Rose
PoetryWords are just words unless you sprinkle love on it. And if there is love, the words you'll read will come to life. It will glow like the sun, shine like the moon, twinkle like the stars, that will leave you in awe and in deep admiration. Here are...
