Doesn't loving some1 mean
you love them the way they are created?
Doesn't loving some1 mean
you love them without expecting ?
Doesn't loving some1 mean passion ?
Doesn't loving some1 mean dedication ?
Doesn't loving some1 mean
to feel the fushion of their presence and absence ?
Doesn't loving some1 mean
to find the secret of loving them ?

But hey my treasure
love comes quietly !

Isn't love more thicker than forget ?
Isn't love more thinner than recall ?
Isn't love more seldom than wave ?
Isn't love more frequent than to fail ?

so, hey my treasure !

Let's bake a lump of clay
Molded into a figure of 'me'
Molded into a figure of 'you'
Then while we live in love
let's so preserve it
That while we live no more
we may live ever .








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