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The young love is so naive
Tender yearning romanticized
Widely by Hollywood,crashing fast
After unplanned pregnancy and lack of money
The love is like the good wine
Need time to grow,mature in the strong bond
Building block by block trust and understanding
And blossom finally into the rare and precious flower
When two breath as one
Two bodies melting in one sculpture
One painting drawn by the nature's able hand
When silence in between them can say more
Then chattering of crowd
The love is many little things
Tied with time's ribbon into something big
Colossal , I am sure if you ask around on the street
The meaning will be different from each passing person
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Khalil Gibran
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