Her picture is the only poster on the wall of my heart.
Three years plus and there is no minus in my passion for her.
Even the longer her absence, the longer my hunger for her company.
So this is what it feels like to be truly in love with the one and only woman.
She deserves a golden crown for her unbreakable faith in our love.
Yes. True love is as real as flesh and blood and will blossom and bloom like the rose flower in the garden of your heart.
But your heart must be soft and tender to comfort her in the grove of your soul.
Even when you scream, scream out of love and not out of hatred.
Like when God thunders at Israel. He does so for love.
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