change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or
know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
PS: I loved this poem and got it from somewhere. :)
Farhan
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