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Love is a sweet torment.
And My love will be forever young in my poem!
But The way of the real love is not flat.
A woman, because you are a female, so will eventually fall into the man’s palm.
But finally U came to my heart , my body, my room and my soul.
Love is a growth in the cliffs on the edge of the flower, to gather it, need courage!
And that is how I love you.