Love is a knife.
It is sharp, yet sweet.
It can take one's life,
and allow the lovers in death to meet.

Love is honey.
it is painfully sweet.
Soft as the fur of a bunny,
love is rejoice between the beating heart's heat.

Love is bitter.
Rejection is the first signs of it.
Your life withers
and lost of your wit.

by My love loves me not

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