Stuck to my partner like glue,
Our little memories grew
Our only wish was that time flew
So our union will be due
Did the writers in the novels lie about love?
Or love has got many sides?
Is love just a mere illusion?
Or it's something that exists only in the writer's imagination?
I have no clue
If love is true
My version of love
Was messed by the messy hands of time
The imaginary ends I had about love,
Continued to elude us
Mine was just a mirage
©najat
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