Category: Quotes
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In the depths of her own sorrow. (Poem)
In the depths of her own sorrow, She struggles to find her way. Unaware of love’s bright tomorrow, Until it’s too late, and love’s colors gray.
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Through the maze of her own confusion. (Poem)
Through the maze of her own confusion, She loses sight of love’s light. Ignorant of love’s gentle fusion, Until it’s too late, and love takes flight.
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Like a flame flickering in the wind. (Poem)
Like a flame flickering in the wind, She teeters on the edge. Unconscious of love’s gentle bind, Until it’s too late, and love won’t pledge.
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Through the storms of her own making. (Poem)
Through the storms of her own making, She struggles to find her way. Unaware of love’s gentle forsaking, Until it’s too late, and love begins to sway.
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Like a ship lost at sea. (Poem)
Like a ship lost at sea, She drifts without a guide. Ignorant of love’s gentle plea, Until it’s too late, and love is denied.
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In the darkness of her own fears. (Poem)
In the darkness of her own fears, She loses sight of love’s embrace. Unconscious of love’s tender tears, Until it’s too late, and love leaves no trace.
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Through the haze of her own pain. (Poem)
Through the haze of her own pain, She fails to see love’s grace. Oblivious to love’s gentle reign, Until it’s too late, and love finds another place.
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Like a bird with clipped wings. (Poem)
Like a bird with clipped wings, She struggles to find her way. Unaware of the love she brings, Until it’s too late, and love can’t stay.
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In the shadows of her own doubt. (Poem)
In the shadows of her own doubt, She struggles to break free. Blind to love’s gentle shout, Until it’s too late, and love flees.
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Like a flower wilting in the sun. (Poem)
Like a flower wilting in the sun, She withers in her pain. Unconscious of the love she’s won, Until it’s too late, and love’s refrain.
