The Vow

Is it true what they say,
That love is like the potter’s clay,
Do I have to mold her into shape,
Or cherish her ‘lemon’ even though I prefer grape.

Just how do feelings evolve,
Just how do one fall in love,
Do you give out your whole-
And let her own your soul,
When we just stare and no longer chat,
Is it still love or something like that?


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