Happiness.
it is a virtue when it comes to measures of the heart.
yet it can never be certain as it is most abundant in love.
love's a teenager's blooming season with a burden to heavy
In beauty it often dwells... till beauty declines through climate
Nothing's so beautiful as an innocent look of a darling...when eyes sparkle in oil.
You can fall in love instantly in pursuit to explore that beauty... a journey could be proven as futile
Poetry's my love... so ever glamorous
It loves all of me.. it gives me life
Life's so heavy as rain ... yet as temperament as a madman's mood.
©sami_rams
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