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Cycles of LoveLove is a never ending cycle a feeling encased in a circle sometimes keep hearts in a shackle while others surmount a pinnacle. Love is longed by all creatures regardless of kind it is felt by nature but sad experience others endure from game players seeking adventure. Love is a seed of feeling planted within bearing fruits of happiness and pain taste of bitterness curtails sweet refrain while tears and laughter challenge a domain. Love is a colorful world on the onset everything smells awfully sweet words uttered are musical lyrics moments together are but ecstatic. Love changes like season in the process and patience beaten by impending mess when words aren't enough to express a lace of strain heightens to sadness. If love however, weathers every storm flaunting rainbows in the skies form sun brightly shines with its entire norm love glows with the cycles of the moon. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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