Of all that exist
Love is the most fickle emotion
Dubious effervescence leaves us blind-folded
And we forget that trust is a cursed virtue
Hardly followed but easily broken
Love accords us beautiful dreams
And when it goes it snatches our peace
Shattering our world and
Leaving our heart as arid as a deserted land
-By Me
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