<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love on The Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see Love holding hand, <br>Down the selfish street, <br>The heart beat, the pain remain, <br>Even the passion shrinks to seize it, <br>Leave a poor idea of joy, <br>Which they share incessantly, <br>Have life spare each second of temptation? <br>Would they tire of a happy ending? <br>It’s like living in a land of fantasy, <br>Where a traitor and a liar never been born, <br>Where tears compensate happiness instead, <br>Where I can’t even afford the excitement, <br>How could fragile dream could earn much pleasure? <br>Would it survive the sight of nothingness? <br>When it had nothing to put on? <br>I run out of faith to repress the desire, <br>A deep scratch in a sacred vow haunted me, <br>Why all the sense melts to an intense kiss? <br>How could a cheap trick could buy a dignity? <br>Not a tiny light should enter an engaged soul, <br>I had prefer to set the love free to be belong, <br>As to treasure a slight of it would lit the flame, <br>Would it forgive the way I bruise myself? <br>Could I forget the way it shade and fade? <br>But the time erased all the mark abruptly, <br>As I see love holding hand down the selfish street</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Niken+Kusuma+Wardani">Niken Kusuma Wardani</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468889" data-title="Love on The Street de Niken Kusuma Wardani" data-description="I see Love holding hand, Down the selfish street, The heart beat, the pain remain, Even the passion shrinks to seize it, Leave a poor idea of joy, Which they share incessantly, Have life spare each second of temptation? Would they tire of a..."></div> </div> </div>

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