She walks alone nowhere to go, depressed and tormented
She thinks of love as flame burning and melting hearts
To love so much is a pain but not to be love is heartache
Is love's bed always this cruel? Heart dried up, embedded in loneliness.
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In life, love is all we have. never limit your dreams, , , , , , , they are sublime ideals which you are trying to spread in this world. thank you dear poet. tony