It is love.
I just think how great to be with someone
Whom I can share my sorrow, fears, and smiles
Like how mid-afternoon got tan
And our heart and soul rebell, it compiles
As an old saying, true love never dies
In midst of war, forfeit remain unheed
My love never ceases; it conquers cries
From our late amity, till death set us apart
How are our dreams and peals of laughter we've wished
The late-night talks and never-ending walks
With the roads we've taken, memoirs didn't vanish
Dissimilar to our past affinity, I became unknown folk
Do destiny is responsible, that I'm to be with you
Except for the fact that it is headed to be an asymptote
Just how great it would be with someone like you
It is love. It never fail. It simply didn't prosper.
That I with you.
why does this poem suits me well:'<
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