True love by Ann Wood
True love is rare sometimes at the end of life ..... sometimes at the very beginning ......It has nothing to do with the first love.
Nor with maturation ... upbringing, etc .....
She is not just passion or chemistry is not just understanding and respect .......
She is all the most precious thing a person can have.
It is a matter of luck and destiny when exactly, you will meet this "everything."
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-10-15 at 23:36
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