Fallen from the heavens, frozen like snow,
What is in my destiny, how would I know.
Passing through the trees, melting as I am closer to the ground.
Nobody can guess, will there be a cut or a wound? And how does a falling sound?

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Paint your soul with colours only you can discern,
not with the monochrome splatters they cast upon you."

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To cherish hope and kindness, in a world so stark and wild,
What price must one pay, to be a trusting, hopeful child?

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Eternal Love


You are the exquisite soul, my sweet addiction. Your eyes, like smoldering embers, your lips, a coral hue, and the symphony of your heartbeat, have left me enchanted. Time slipped away unnoticed, for I was lost in the allure of your presence. Your charm and gorgeous essence have left my heart brimming with adoration. Though it may sound like a well-worn tale, the reality is that while you may have come first, my deepest hope is to be your last.

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Your kiss is burning my soul,
I know you will not be mine as I am yours.
I yearned for love boundless, like stars that endure,
Yet what I find, leaves my heart feeling unsure.
I dreamt of forever, but reality proves demure.

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Born on battleground, a soldier at my first breath,
Love and care I sought, yet held a sword in the blood shed, crimson red.

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In the garden of my heart, orange jasmine blooms,
You bring serenity, dispelling inner dooms.
When love seemed a battle, I waged with my own soul,
You reached for my hand, making brokenness whole.
Your gaze, like amber, met my searching eyes,
Rekindling fairytales, where my hope lies.
Once a warrior, I fought within my core,
Yet, with every strike, you planted beauty more.
Upon scars and wounds, your touch brought healing grace,
A garden grew, where once was barren space.
With each kiss, you mend what once was sore,
Now, the war is past, I will fight no more,
For together, we have conquered the Great War.

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You are the canvas, love's brush shall grace,
In silent whispers, our souls embrace.
When lips meet, a tale time will trace,
Entwined, our hearts find their destined place.

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In eyes of brown, a vintage wine,
Their gleam, a spell, so pure, so fine.
They lead me on, a tender sign.

Those brown eyes, a burning pyre,
With love's embrace, a fervent fire,
They lift my soul, to dreams aspire.

Yours, a hue, earth's essence bound,
Unveiling depths, a treasure found.
In their gaze, a golden sound.

Yet you may not cherish their guise,
But in their depths, a gleam belies,
A touch of gold, where beauty lies.

In soil of brown, the earth's decree,
Where mysteries dwell, so wild and
free, Quakes may stir, a symphony.

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And the intimacy between us lies in the nakedness in our synchronized thoughts.

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