Joy or Pain, What is Love?
Like dewdrop seating precariously on the petal of a rose.
Emotions rise and love grows
The path with branches overgrown
Love still remains an uncertain adventure.
Love is as beautiful
As it is hurtful
Like a cake, bitter, sweet and sour
Its taste, the tongue still trying to figure out.
Hurt as it may
In love I chose to stay
What wanton insanity
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