I felt happy for my one-sided love
until I realized that it's gonna end with hate.

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She is like a diamond, very precious.
She is like a star, far away and hard to reach.
She is like rain, extremely cheerful.
Indeed, She is like what She is, ambitious and lovable.

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I always believed that the more I write,
the more I could spill my love for her out of my heart.

But here comes her subtle memories,
promptly filling the emptiness, so passionately.

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My love was never too small to be stored in the heart.

So, she certainly chose to let it go somewhere—to the farthest oceans—rather than embrace it.

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Love, for me, is all about missing something:

The morning greetings.
The sweet nothings.
The cute 'missing you already' feelings.
The emotional care.
The excitement.
The dreams.
And her.

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What's so great about Her eyes?

They hide the Love
that She never wished to confess!

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She perfectly scribbled a cute melancholy,
While I was busy figuring out similies and metaphors
to jot down a poetry!

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'His painting has been displayed on the school notice board.'

"Wow, great, wonderful, superb, good work, nice painting!"
Everyone in the class praised, looking at the art form.

"It's lovely," she said, giving him a caramel cupcake.

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"You are the reason I celebrate love", I said.
(She blushed)

"You are more than a friend to me", She said.
(She bluffed)

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While everyone else is celebrating the festival of lights,

She threw off her disguise revealing
her true identity as Princess,
determined to conquer my ability to love
with all her elegance and tantalizing smile.

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