Love isn’t a mere fantasy

October 30, 2017

If you purge me of my melancholy,

in times of trouble and adversity

I shall learn to embrace your folly

When you betray your perversity.

If you assimilate my myriad flaws

and yet choose to love me for eternity

Our fingers shall be entwined perennially

Hence let us be the proof, love isn’t a mere fantasy

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