Sunday, October 2, 2011

Never Too Late


Love is a word, hard to dictate
Inside my heart, blood facilitate
Love is not easy to estimate
Are you really my soul mate?
Love is like a flower, so delicate
It is important to communicate
All the rumours keep speculate
Love is quite difficult to calculate
Breaking up, it means terminate
Love is so pure, never germinate.


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