I do not have no more
my tresses to play for you
they faded in each year
like a tree in autumn
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Love may not perfect, but better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all! In every lost there may come a better replacement! Just move on....
I can read the foolishness of heart only in loving guys not in those who are close feasted.may say the open heart is foolish but nice than that of any sharp and cunning heart. your heart glitters than any crystalline element. lovely heart.
You are woman, transparent for only a moment! ! ! Then like a Phoenix from the ash will live again! And so is love...the highs and lows, the peaks, the valleys, and the steady in between....it doesn't die, only changes shape and becomes something new that can go places it never did before! So many kinds of love, so many layers in each kind....what falls in the Autumn charges the earth with needs to bloom again in Spring.....dormancy is not death.....only a time when life rests preserving for a better time.....is love any different?
Felt the pain.But you got the taste of love, so you know its bitter taste.That's life.you're not foolish at all, but a great poetess!