Love and other things

Love, the fickle little thing

like a pack of cards

hangs by a delicate thread.

One cruel word, 

One indifferent act

And it all comes crumbling down.

But at least  we can take respite

We once did feel the glorious

Feeling of Love.

Yes, Love and other things

A roller-coaster ride

A joyous, little pain 

That’s Love and other things.

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