Love is like a sweet sweet rose that you look upon.
Love is something you can feel like a sharp pain that cries upon your face.
Love is something wonderful and kind.
Love is a bad and good. It brings sadness and pain.
Love is something that you think about and tears roll down your cheeks.
Love is thick and sharp. It is the best thing you could feel inside.

By: Anastasiya (Age ?)


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