Under the evening stars we walked
when hours seemed to sprint around the clock
Those days when we held hands
when everything seemed spirited across the lands
When every flower seemed like a rose
when every day seemed self composed
when your warmth melted my heart
and the twilight skies seemed a piece of art
When each sunrise started with you
and you were the wish that came true
when tarnished jewels scintillated
when burnt candles illuminated
When thunderstorms felt like blissful rain
and everything was flawless once again
Because love can only be defined in the dictionary
it can't be explained no matter how strong my vocabulary.
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Even Mirrors Lie
Poetryfaded memories, mad obsession, deep intimacy and ignored emotions. It expresses the thousands of feelings which are hidden behind the most cheerful smile.
