The Noble art.A Poem by poeticpierswelsh sonnetNecessity. Sometimes love dies of sheer neglect. Love’s not always as we expect. Because we are less than perfect. Love sometimes dies. Love can survive eternally. Although some choose to disagree. But I believe the truth to be Love can survive. Love is a gift it can’t be bought. Love brings the happiness we sought. Love offers absolute support Love is a gift. We fall in love because we must. In time we learn we can adjust Progressing into love from lust We fall in love. We all seek love, instinctively. Without love we could never be. Capable of living happily We all seek love. Friday, 31 August 2012 © 2012 poeticpiers |
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Added on August 31, 2012 Last Updated on August 31, 2012 AuthorpoeticpiersConsettAboutI am poeticpiers but system refused to recognise my ID SI I reregistered more..Writing
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