My lovely dear,
All throughout the years
we’ve been in joy and pain.
The need of sun and speck of rain,
to cultivate the soil for rose be born,
with petal of bliss and pain of thorn.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
My lovely dear,
All throughout the years
we’ve been in joy and pain.
The need of sun and speck of rain,
to cultivate the soil for rose be born,
with petal of bliss and pain of thorn.
To love someone comes with joy and pain. They are part and parcel.