I want a love that grows. I want a love that goes deeper gradually as time walks by; a love where I can sit and stare at my personified love and realize how much my feelings have developed. I want a love that blooms. I want a love that is molded by time----because beautiful things do take time. Growth means strength, thus, I want a love that grows. Yes, I want it.
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Harmony
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Keepsakes
Poetry"How can I loosen these tangled thoughts? How do I get rid of this wary feeling? Should they be freed or should they be wrought?"
