Love is...

May 2, 2008
Love is a change course of wind
For it bids your heart
An eternal good-bye

Love is a painting
For if you don’t look closely
You don’t really know
What kind of inner beauty it has

Love is a thorn bush
Growing inside your body
Which makes you cry
With uncontrollable sorrow

Love is blood
Dying everything crimson-
Color of passion
Which seeps through one’s heart
Making it throb

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