Can It Be Helped?

Can It Be Helped? short poem

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This mistake no question,
turned into the greatest gain.
I fell for you so damn hard,
long before I learned your name.
I can’t help that I fall in love,
every time you come through my door.
I don’t know whose fault it is.
You for being absolutely flawless,
Or me for being the opposite.
If I learned one thing from love,
Sometimes it’s an accident.
Or mistake.
But sometimes our mistakes in life,
Turn into the greatest thing imaginable.

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Shamala Chandran
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The feeling of being in love and the moment of fall in love, very well expressed!

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