What is love?
To me love is nothing but a mystery.
To me love is that suddenly i leave the bus
In the middle of my way and watching a moment.
To me love is a just sprouted rose
Which redness is my standard of love.
To me love is that I wait for you everyday
But you never look at me.
To me love is to make myself a poet
Who writes poem whose way,
Never care any critic of poetry.
To me love is nothing but a great feelings.
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