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New love is that found song in your playlist, you keep playing in loop After discoverig it. It speaks to your soul. And more than in ears, It plays in your head. New love is that fresh rose which slowly blooms. It's petals unfold, melting the cool dew in it's embrace. And thorns turn tough, Making promises Of thick times to face. New love is that first shower of the rain, you welcome with arms wide open. The pitter-patter soothens the soul, let loose the umbrella just to feel the drops of joy, to get drenched within. New love is that wine which promises to be better with the passing time. It grows and blossoms and turns into treasure. As vintage as it gets, deep,dark and fine.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 4:05 AM UTC
The newfound love
New love is that found song in your playlist, you keep playing in loop After discoverig it. It speaks to your soul. And more than in ears, It plays in your head. New love is that fresh rose which slowly blooms. It's petals unfold, melting the cool dew in it's embrace. And thorns turn tough, Making promises Of thick times to face. New love is that first shower of the rain, you welcome with arms wide open. The pitter-patter soothens the soul, let loose the umbrella just to feel the drops of joy, to get drenched within. New love is that wine which promises to be better with the passing time. It grows and blossoms and turns into treasure. As vintage as it gets, deep,dark and fine.
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maheen-fatima
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 4:05 AM UTC
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