I Love Your Past.

I love your past. Because it belongs to you. I respect those you loved. Because it is you who loved them. Yes. Sometimes jealousy blinds my soul. But the soul never becomes weak. Because the soul knows. That it was you who loved my past first. Because the soul knows. That you are the one…

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Life is a poem

But I am getting old… I Know.And I’m also getting older. But… no worry…You will be aging beautifully… like your mother… I hope so.I also hope that I’d still get to see you for a long time. I hope you like my gray hair.. I will.Cause it still belongs to the same man.

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