Your love is a truly lie
That my vanity deeply needs…
And mine, like a blind poetry
Cannot be translated to
The language of man…
Because without our love,
I’m nothing…
It’s only love, just love
That can know what is true…
Love is neither good nor evil…
It does not feel envy…
Love is fire
That burns unseen…
It’s a wound that hurts
But cannot be felt…
It’s a joy discontented…
It’s a pain that bothers without hurting…
“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.” - Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
Listening to Kele – “Everything you wanted”
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