A love cannot be learned, It is not bought at the fair, It is not given as a gift to life, Nor as buttermilk for twilight. A love is not made From a mixture of fillings, It is not war followed by peace In a field of delusions.
A love cannot be learned, It is not bought at the fair, It is not given as a gift to life, Nor as buttermilk for twilight. A love is not made From a mixture of fillings, It is not war followed by peace In a field of delusions.
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Good morning mate
Preciosa la imágen, un Amor verdadero se mantiene vivo cuando se regala una rosa.
Did you composed this poem if I may inquire
goodmrng have a Nice day.