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.
Well you’re one hopeless romantic Almost a border line lovesick fanatic But I wouldn’t change you not if I could I love your wet and sappy kisses And the way you hold me so tight I think I’m gonna pass
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting
You and me, both have names But love has one that does have fame From time immemorial when life’s dream yet to born From a conch’s world that blew a song: A song of heaven, a smile of joy Where
My love is like a sparkling star That’s newly born in every moment O my love is like a melody That’s sweetly played in flute So sweet and pure love is yours That’s why so deep in love I’m I
(1). At that morning, I wrote on the blackboard with white chalk: when negative collides with positive, it becomes cloudy; When two negatives meet, it clears up; When two positives meet, it lightens until they fight on top of a
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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.