We met, and love developed itself.
We became a powerful magnet.
That was us vs. the world.
But suddenly, I had a secret.
I knew I belonged somewhere.
My heart belongs someplace.
I was also a magnet there.
With somebody wonderful.
Oh, how nice it is.
To conquer two hearts.
Knowing I am adored.
What a feeling!
I am loved.
Either here or there.
Whether you or my other companion,
My beloved, too.
My other half.
We click.
Exactly like me and you.
It's just us versus the world.
I enjoy the love I receive from you both.
I am cherished.
What shall I do?
Who do I choose?
It is love.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
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Amazing very well written story keep it up
Love is bliss until it's complicated. I enjoy your forthright style. Well done Gloria!