::LOVE::
It touches your heart,
And leaves you sore,
Sometimes tears you apart,
It left you nothing but a bore.
Just like the falling rain,
There go your tears,
It comes along with the pain,
And all kinds of fears.
Sometimes love can also cure,
For a broken soul that’s dying,
When a help comes from a heart that’s pure,
Even a smile can send your heart soaring.
Feels like you’re free of danger,
With a shoulder to cry on,
Suddenly everyone else becomes stranger,
And all your fears are gone…
By: Missie Z.
p/s: if you steal my poem, I might not know but my God does. And if you're agnostic, my God would still know.
p/s: if you steal my poem, I might not know but my God does. And if you're agnostic, my God would still know.
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