Not a bed of roses,
nor a crown of thorns…

To have a burden,
to share some pain…
And moments of joy,
sweeter than rain…

To have a hope,
you hold in your hand..
But a broken heart,
it slips away like sand.

But not all is as meets the eye,
though you may say ‘i don’t know why?’…

Even ages together
won’t make you know,
there’s always a side they don’t show.

The one who understands you the most,
is the same on whom
the obvious is lost…

The ultimate paradox,
only one in it’s kind.
Love see’s everything,
and yet is blind.


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