Love is strength that can change,
thorn into roses,
vinegar into grapes,
sorrow into happiness,
anger into calm(err kind of),
hardship into good,
thats love,
eventho love have i spoken,
and have i explain long and hard,
but when my love comes,
i become shy by my own definition,
eventho my tounge have manage to speak it,
but without tounge,
love is definately brighter,
meanwhile pen rushes to write it,
words broken into pieces,
that came to love (until it became love)
in elaborating love,
mind lay helpless
like a donkey laying in the mud
love itself that explains love and loving
p/s: love it
p/s: love it
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