giving tender hearts dreams of fantasy
and letting beauty be all one could see;
it tears and breaks hearts,
when the time shall come to part.
And if you shall ever come to love,
don't trust it's dreamy promises,
for love isn't a tender thing.
it was a thoughtful and provoking poem.
Is it? I don't know, for it is the way I think about love most times.
But if love is so, and many people know,
why would we be willing to love again and again?
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