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Solitude Of Love

Love never come alone
It has it own family.
Of desire and anxiety,
Of excitement and boredom,
In love we praise each other,
As if we praise ourselves.
In love we cures each other,
As if we are ripping.
Our own heart apart.
In love we die for each other,
In love we kill each other,
Our love is as strong as our hatred,
Love begets the wishes of the friends, their jealousy
Love beget the gossips in the streets.
And there will be whispers
There is doubt in love
Like a passionate embrace
It crawls into our hearts
There is fight in love
There is faith in love
There is fear in love
And a fear to lose
A fear to get lost in love.
Love begets fear
Fear begets love
When fear disappears
When there is no anxiety or hatred,
Love dies in solitude.