The sweetest love is like the morning dew,
whose short refresh upon tender green,
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show and straight is gone, as it had never been.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
It was You.
We've already tasted love. It was bitter but so sweet. It was fall to devastating. It worked so much in mysterious way, and our emotional minds couldn't be negotiated across the time. You said there was nothing else you could do to back up. I realised nothing else could satisfy me. So you can keep my love to yourself.
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