when we love, thorns become love,
and flowers become pains,
when we are separated for years,
when we find enemies as friends,
friends as enemies.
when we love, thorns remind of love,
and flowers remind of pains,
the moments spent together becomes cold,
the moments of separation becomes warm like spring
It is like dream when we love hatred.
when we love, the flowers becomes excruciating,
The thorn seems silent and soothing,
when we don't find a way to the heart of the love,
when we don't find a glance of the eyes of the lover,
when we miss the kiss of desire for lips like petals.
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