Every love has it's own story..
Beginning and ending are differ
from one another...
In beginning Love touched our hearts
Like the gentle breeze..
And it will make us blind..
At that moment we need,
the presence of love..
That feeling makes an hour into a minute
A day into an hour, and year into a month..
We have even forgotten the calendar..
But time and tide waits for none..
Ending of the love story comes like a rain..
It hides the tears of our pain.. 💕👑
©priyapinki
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