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Love Never Fades

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Germanydoitsu

Published: Mar 14, 2012

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I always know that it is there
But that does not mean it will be fair.
I have to be strong to be able to bare
This love, that is there.

One day you will see
How much you mean to me.
But until then, let there be harmony
In this love that was meant to be.

Yet I must say,
That there while never be decay,
In these feelings I have everyday.
For it pains me to see you fading away,
But I can't stop you from walking away.

Maybe one day you will know,
Just how far I will go,
For this love that I will share.

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Alright, This is the very first poem I wrote for my 100 poem challenge. It's a love poem (totally skipped introduction because I had no idea how to do that kind of poem).

I was actually inspired to write this one through my own form of love that I have. When I love someone it never seems to fade. It does get dampened though, but never fades. I sometimes tend to hide that love through anger. >_> Because I hate admitting things and everything.

I hope you guys enjoyed this poem..... ~~I am going to hate this poem for a very long time~~