Everything is difficult to attain
Yet so easily we seem to lose them
So is love which grows
You need patience in getting you’re your goal
No love develops without it
Your haste could earn you disappointment
No love turns hate with sturdiness
Just like anything at the top without care
It falls easily and damages totally without repair
You nurture love much with time and hate sets in no time
It all disappear and without a trace
As if it never even happened
Yet still strive to get to the top
And everybody wants to be in love
When how to remain there is a mystery
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