My love is pure I am very sure My love is deep it will never sleep My love is strong It can never be wrong My love is mad It makes me glad My love is divine It will always shine My love is true It will never claim its due!
What I appreciate most about this poem, apart form its brilliant delicacy of language is the rhyming. The rhyming is very ingenius so are the words. True love never claims its due.
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The love that will never claim its due is not true love—- it is adoration. Write on.
What I appreciate most about this poem, apart form its brilliant delicacy of language is the rhyming. The rhyming is very ingenius so are the words. True love never claims its due.