Something that's inexpressable,
A love of that kind.
Emotions that flow there
like a paper toy in an intense wind.
Oh, a blessing it is,
honest as a speech of naive.
Absent anticipation, filled with esteem.
Been craving desire for centuries.
A love thats crystal pure,
true like a shedule of sun.
Glorifying every second, the morning and the dawn.
Away in the horizon but shows up in the morn.
Fantasy it is, like the fairy tale stories.
Melodious, like the words in lullabies
This is what a love is, thats unconditional
Having no measure, neither a compare nor its relatable.
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