Poem: Love


Love is addictive,
An unavoidable disease,
A compelling incentive,
Yet a detrimental consequences;

Love is the air, 
For the heart to care,
For the mind to bear,
Yet it hurts here and there;

Love is a crave,
Making you the slave,
No matter how strong and brave,
Yet end up with you digging your own grave;

Watch out little girl, 
It’s speechlessly pretty like the pearl,
Yet it makes your world twirl;

Be careful young man, 
She will be you number one fan, 
Yet don’t take her for leisure just because you can.

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-ع says -22.12.18 –

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