love is unfolden Mysteries.
❤️❤️❤️ It is love. It's a love story. It is poetry... It was a story of love Bleeding from thorns Not meant to be touched; It was a story of love Consummated with words Charged with rosy visions Of what can never be; Of what we never had. No, it isn't. It was not another love story To be told with starry eyes. It's a story of love That has shown us the end The moment it began. If it stays, it's love If it ends, it's a love story. And if it never begins, it's poetry. For love, delivers With incredible approach, it sustains For love wins!