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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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.
Love should be like a deep tranquil lake. Changes on the surface according to the weather, but deep down, its constant.
Right. :)