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Nothing is better nor more sweeter than love
It’s purity in the purest form that can be
The Poets are enthralled by it, the Philosophers
Cannot spin their head around it, so why does it
Bother me?
Maybe love is for all of them but not for me,
For I want to love myself first before I fall
After all, how can I make the one I love
Happy if I’m not able to be happy?
That is love’s folly.
Love may appear from the dark or the day
But it doesn’t seem to consider feelings
Of those who wish to remain alone
For love should come when one’s ready
Not because love wishes it.