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...
