i explain Love in my own words:
Dead eyes are safe
My heart beats in my chest
I feel
Love never fails
Love is a promise
What happens in an unseen hour of truth?
It happens in some comfort
This promise becomes poetry and melts into dead emotions
I feel
Love never fails
Love is a season
That in which dreams grow the green of dreams
Branches
Call the roses
Make them fragrant
This scent when knocking on our windows
Passes
I feel
Love never fails
Dead eyes are safe
My heart beats in my chest
I feel
Love never fails.
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ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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