Love is love, we hear of it when
people talk about their love stories...
Sometimes love is speechless
Not needing to be heard...
Two forlorn souls were side by side on mattress,
a mutual gate between them...
Love is like a book
When it's not read properly...
Sometimes love will test its spell
Between two that aren't known well...
Love is like footsteps
But walking on solid ground...
Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...
When love is free from
possessing, the pathway of...
So much of my heart is broken
Love kissed goodbyes as a token...
As much as personal, love
is also impersonal...
Distance and love are opposite,
space and hearts...
She cried for a little gingerbread,
its arm was missing...