Young love
Promises made promises broken
Young love is aspiration to live a story while weaving one.
Cloud 9 is reality , dream is one when he smiles back.
Threads of thoughts are still woving ,when kite is on flight .
For the questions how much do you love ?
We Only saw sky waiting , rather than threads that let us fly .
For the young love threads are unlimited as promises are firm.
The thread is naive , but never the wind.
Promises made promises broken.
Weather by choice or by chance , one way or the other.
Fought for every one no matter the cost .
commitments made in return as herats were to exchanged.
But all bad and pain aside nothing compares to feeling inside .
When you climb on that young love slide .
All the pain awaits you at the end of the ride.
it still remains worth while , to see two beautiful flower embrace the life for very first time.
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