True love is hard to find
But impossible to outgrow its kind
Feelings, passion, not words of the mind
No one knows, the realities behind
For love, there are no masks
No hesitation and the need to ask
In true glory, it basks
Fills up the lonely flask
Lies become means of the past
On everything, a shadow is cast
Accepted each other as two souls
When together, made them whole
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