When you fall in love,
you become vulnerable
in the most perfect way.
Your heart somehow fills
the hole that once was.
And time becomes a concept,
of wholesome unending moments
that infinity and beyond can’t compare.
When you lose love,
you don’t really lose it.
It stays within you, lingering
As if holding on to hope that it
will one day come back, like it should.
But sadly love does not work that way.
Because you can love someone, but that
does not mean, you are meant to love them.
Love is the most beautiful, yet painful thing I have ever experienced.
©aishaadamspoetry
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This poem is gorgeous – blue, but stunning <3
Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️