Between the Silence and the Noise of Reality
Love Whispered a Story.

It says Home
Next to your Heart,
The place I want to spend my Forever,
To see the Mornings of your Smile
And Evenings of your Blush.

Some People believe in Magic

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The rest have never been in Love.

And What is it
If not Love.

When you could smell the Roses
Of her Name.
Far,
Miles away,
Growing deep
Inside your Soul.

And slowly I Die
Everyday,
But a little less with You.