Love is like a battle trial:
A wind that's playing with the skirts.
Sometimes it meets denial
And it often hurts.
Love is like bipolar maniac:
Sometimes it stabs you in the chest
And later like almighty fairy,
It makes you feel like you are blessed.
It is unsteady and capricious:
Sometimes attracts, sometimes repels.
Somehow it's innocently vicious:
It makes all heaven turn to hell. ...
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