Love is a never-ending lane
Full of misery and pain
It is built on belief
But, often we come to grief.
Torn between duty and pleasure
Love is indeed a terrible pleasure!
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Love is a searing passion
Which suspects and hopes
Sighs and smiles
Hurts and heals
All in the same breathe,
Fills and leaves it empty
All at once!
Angelina Pandian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/14-love-is-some-thoughts-on-love-a-collection-of-poems/
