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Sarah Mar 2016
Love is simple.
          Either it is true. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you love somebody. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either somebody loves you. Or not.
Love is simple.
         Either you feel it. Or not.
Love is simple.
          People not.
The only complicated part of love, are the people, which are involved. Sometimes we just have to remind us, that it could be so easy. If we let it flow. ♥
  Mar 2016 Sarah
Little Bear
And above all,
watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets
are always hidden in the most unlikely places.
Those who don't believe in magic
will never find it.
Roald Dahl was a British novelist, short story writer, poet, screenwriter, and fighter pilot. His books have sold over 200 million copies worldwide.
Sarah Mar 2016
I'm not writing a poem this time.
It's not lyric. It's not filled with deep thoughts.

I just want to try to send some happiness to you.
There are so many sad poems here, which are showing so many sad feelings.

So I try to share a little bit of my happiness.

This way I want to say, that everything has got also a good side.
Even if you don't see it at the moment.

I know, it's very easy to say, if I don't know your situations, but Keep your head up.

There's always light, even on the darkest day.
I hope, that a little bit of my positive energy will reach you.
Wish you all a wonderful day, full of light.
  Mar 2016 Sarah
Torin
How am I meant to love
If not with all my heart?
Sarah Mar 2016
Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always with my mouth. Mostly with a pen.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always right, but always open.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always like all, but always me.

Words are my kind of showing my feelings.
Not always agreeable, but always free.
Sarah Mar 2016
Love is pure.
Without any lies.
Without any faults.
Without any anger.
Without any tears.
Without any pain.
Without any drama.
Love is pure.
It's not love, what hurts you. People do.
Sarah Mar 2016
Love always begins as a game.

A shy glance.
A careful touch.
A bit of teasing.
Nothing half and nothing whole.

But then it gets serious. From one second to another. If one of them is to decide.

Then love is not a game anymore. You shouldn't miss the moment, when you should stop playing.

Otherwise both lose.
Happy, that I've got mine. Decision of both. <3
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