my love, by sinderella
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there are many ways to love,
the worst
is but to fall for the illusion of love.
by far the saddest
for one may feel that they love.
for they suffer the pains of love
but it is not so
the real love.
the love in the middle of real true love
it is undenialby a magic
a magic that can create
a whole new universe out of two people
and never to create an heir
this universe will only self destruct
when those two hearts stop beating
and stop holding those souls
within their human form
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Posted: 2010-07-29 02:47:11 UTC |
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