Blessing or Curse
Love is a blessing, or shall she a curse
A desirable feeling,
Yet will not quench my thirst.
Shall she my death, or shall she my life,
Love is fragile,
But deadlier than a knife.
Is she a healer who mends my heart
Perhaps something different,
A killer who tears me apart.
Is she the summer breeze or winter's snow
First and only love,
My heart aches for her; does she not know
Love is a blessing; or shall she a curse
She is my everything.
The answer I need not search.
Just graffiti on the wall of time
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التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة Lover20 ; 2018-09-19 الساعة 05:45 PM