Here is what I think about love














Love is like a journey
It flows through various paths
Sometimes it feels like honey
It makes your heart throb fast.

You may have some euphoria
And even lost in thought
And then your eyes will flicker
The teasing sign of warmth.

True love it knows not envy
It keeps not hurting past
It fills your heart with merry
Forever it does last.

They say true love never dies
But this am yet to know
And true love they say don't lie
I'll know this when am old.

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