Cry of the ❤️
The former is a pity to look at Changed suddenly Now it is full of grievances And it seems impossible to ask Where am I missing? It seems that all my actions now count If you are not jealous Your accusation is malicious New year my dear If the complaint is true Let's talk Calm and understanding spring We are not perfect We are far from being like this But I only know one thing I am the happiest with you Thank you for reading! please subscribe and like
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nice poem with a hopeful ending....this is right...we may not be perfect...we may have many dissimilarities...but one thing is similar... we literally can't live without each other....
Yes it's true thanks
welcome dear
Nice poem.. 😍