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Jun 2020
Love is given to anyone born
Later on, it starts to prickle like a thorn
Between one's business and so on
The heart gets too crusty for love to grow on
But I swear I love you
My love is unswerving and true
Bigger than that dreamed by a romantic poet
Artistic than that painted with a great palette
I know you don't love me
Though, I couldn't stop loving thee.
I wonder what in this world could stop me from loving you.
Written by
VIKNEYSH RAJ  18/M/Tirunelveli
   Billie Marie
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