Love has never been described as meow of a cat, it has always been ferocious roar of a lion.
It's an enormous power, that makes you strangely powerful,
A red rose that cuts deep to bleed red,
A hurricane hidden in pleasent sound of wave,
It comes wrapped in heavenly words, and leaves to living hell.
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