Do you?

This might be a tough question to ask but:

Do you really need love?

A love who needs you whatever circumstances

may be,

Both of you stuck between winter and summer

Both cloaked with warmth doubts and confusions.

Will you accept love? Will you?

Do you really need love?

A love who cares whatever things might be,

A love who cares even between discrepancies.

Will you agonize the crimson of his poetry? Will

you?

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Do you really need love?

A love made out of proses.

A love with an oceans of puddle.

Will you step out of vanity and take a glimpse of

reality? Will you?

Do you really need love?

A love made out of poetry.

A love that will take you anywhere whenever the

wind blows.

A love that will ask you to “get lost for a while.”

Will you dive deeper within him? Will you?

Do you really know love?

Darling, do you?

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 How happy it could be, to be just you and me.
You and me lying on a puddle while sinking deeper
than the ocean. You and me collecting love as we float
along the playful wind. How happy it could be, you as
my cup of coffee in a breezy morning and me as your
moonlight in a dark cold evening. You and me against
the world, just like you told me. You and me fighting
our battles together. You and I walking this journey of
circumstances.

How happy it could be, to be just you and me.

Talking about life and death, thinking if we’ll meet in
a parallel world. How happy it could be. You and me
reading our favorite books together, while arguing
who’s the best author of each tragic novels we’ve read
together. How happy it could be. You and me are each
others home, a safe haven we can rest upon. You and
me are each others diary, everyday seems like writing
a poetry. We became each others poetry. We made
the best out of anything and how happy it could be to
be just you and me. How happy it could be to think of
just you and me. How happy it was.

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 What life could bring without love? It always
seem to appear in my mind, tickling my dendrites and
neurons. It savagely torture my imagination with
melancholic views that tend to appear whenever I
gaze upon the twinkling celestial from high above.
Love is like the sun giving us warmth after a cold
lonely dark night. But what if the sun refuses to shine?
It would be filled with just darkness and such cold
lonely nights, and we would be like staring the stars,
hoping, and asking the moon to give warmth to us.
But neither do the moon can’t give such thing,

Because how can a dead heart give such love?

How can dead hopes and dreams give such

opportunity to love and live?

But only dead hearts can give you light to walk

your path. How can a dead heart give such love?
Simply, love is like the moon, it will light your way
and guide you to the path that will lead you to a love
that lies beyond the darkness. Only in the light you
can find truth but only in the dark you can find faith.

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