Love

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    Love

    All consuming love,
    rose-tinted glasses to color life.
    The mirror of our wants and desires,
    that shows us what we want to see.
    Blind to the painful truth,
    that someone might hurt us someday.
    On the other hand love is a gift,
    that should be enjoyed to the fullest.
    Day by day we live our lives,
    we might as well have an infinite joy,
    that we should cherish and share everyday.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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