You were not always gentle but you never failed to love as strongly, as you did everything, you loved me.
It was a fire in you and it pained. I think you hated loving, were afraid of it, as though it might expose some tender scar that never truly healed. But I was grateful even for the cruel, insensate passion that lashed against me. Perhaps I needed punishing. My own love was not always gentle.
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Very wonderful poem shared on love and friendship definitely. Interesting.10
In life nothing is there for forever and for granted....neither love nor loved ones...liked it...thank u for sharing :)