Are not the joys of love
Sweeter than a summers morning.
As clouds drift peacefully above
lying on warm grass just dreaming.
And are the hearts wishes to be granted
Through grinning when their hearts are aflutter.
As two hearts become enchanted
As words of truth become freed with a stutter.
Or is love a warm drink during winter
Wrapped up in their clothes like a permanent hug
As memories of others are just a whisper
The way they make you feel almost like a soft drug
Let our heart become one
Our souls to be replaced with the others
like cupids arrow fired like a fully loaded gun
For all our melancholy feelings to be smothered
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
