Friday, June 12, 2015

POETRY : The Meaning of Love

Love is a blessing
Sometimes it comes so fast
Sometimes even went so fast
Love must be made into beautiful
Without beauty, love can leave without a trace
Love is beautiful, but sometimes not
Love is colorful, but sometimes make us sick
With love, we make living
And life will be better with love

Love makes all turned
Love makes me crazy
Love also makes me sick
Sometimes love is beautiful
Sometimes love can make disappear its beauty
Love can not be made, but can be felt
Indeed, love is everything
Found during quiet and silent
Make us feel better

Losing love is to lose some life
Others wait much love
But true love never lies
Lying for love is death
Honesty in love is the main thing
Without sincerity, love is empty
So, if love is still with you
Make it the most beautiful
Even when love will be separated from you
Do the same, is to loving love itself

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