Love abused is like a velvet glove fitted on a dirty shoe
Love unspoken is like an antique treasure box left unopened
Love unrequited is like rose petals falling upon the white snow
Love given up is like a favourite rocking chair left to rot in the attic
Love wasted is like the morning dew soaked up by the desert sands
Love accepted & appreciated is like a warm blanket in a cold winter night
Love shared between two loving hearts is like a secret waiting to be unfolded
- M@t@Maya (© 27-01-2009)
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