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Cursing Love

I wonder if you still believe in love, When in truth love kills you that much. I wonder if you still have faith in love, When love is prior to throwing you out. It is the same thing as black and white, Love is a cancer, a threat building up; I wish I hadn't heard before, That love hurts, now it hurts even more. It is hard to beg for someone to give love, When people never do give it. The one who failed to love is not worthy of love, Until he learns how to truly love. But who am I to curse love? Just a miserable being who failed awfully; Somehow I know that behind the affliction, Love is there, open for affection.

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Dauntless leader he is that I admire, Understanding the needs of his people. Tough, frank, and bold in action, Executing power over the nation; Reflecting himself from the burdens of the people. The humble one I want to meet in time, Even just once in a lifetime.

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Whenever we walk, we talk; We whisper words as we walk; We're walking and we're talking, As we make our way, we depart weeping.

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Marks by Linda Pastan (Reworded)

My husband hugged me with a kiss for last night's supper and for completing my ironing, He baked muffins for me for organizing the bed; My son says I am very good, a very good mother, and I appreciated it so much that he appreciates me. My daughter approached me with a smile, and kissed my cheeks It's so nice being a mother to them.

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Though the cold wind and the rain might feel so gloomy, I stare at my window towards nothing but bricks; With a warm cup of sweet coffee between my palms, I feel so happy thinking of you.