Prose

Love

 

Love, like seasons, changes.
Sometimes, love rains.
Sometimes, it is cold. Piercing.

Sometimes though, love burns.
Brighter than summer sunshine.

Because, seasons come and go.
Just like love.

 

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4 thoughts on “Love

  1. Love like illusions.
    Impartial to the senses.
    Abusing reasons.
    Ridiculing sanity.
    Trusting treasons.
    Cold, burns and rains.
    Indeed.
    Love is seasons.

    And yes, beautiful.

    • Love is everything we define
      and everything that we can’t

      All the words are true
      but no word is good enough

      Love is all that we want
      But also all that we think we can’t have.

      You never know when you have
      But you really know when it’s lost.

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