It cannot come on paper

It cannot comes on lips

It cannot comes on eyes

No one want it to come out…

But…

It still survive…..

It still pains…

It still bring tears….

It still grows….

It still remains in dreams….

It still deep in my heart….

Its you…the Eternal love…..

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