Love has no paradigm to follow nor a principle for it to be defined. It can be an echo of an unheard love or the sweetness of a young passion. It can be the softness in someone's voice or the intensity in a feverish touch. Our soul will just know.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
Paradigm of Love
Love has no paradigm to follow nor a principle for it to be defined. It can be an echo of an unheard love or the sweetness of a young passion. It can be the softness in someone's voice or the intensity in a feverish touch. Our soul will just know.