Rose coloured glasses
A lover inducing fever
Butterflies, dying everyday
All these, I encountered at the back of love
Clay, remolded at every chance
Anticipation, a string necklace ripped off
Pulling oceans from beyond the horizon
All these, I encountered at the back of love
The back of love
Obstacle ridden
Buoys one day, land mines on another
All that I’ve known, is the back of love
bowendiaries 
There’s an old song about “Rose Colored Glasses” that might interest you if you can find on YouTube. Buoys one day land mines usually follow close behind….Another good one…:)
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I will look for that! And thank you 🙂
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The front will come… #hope
For all you know, it may already here.. ☺️
Nice piece dear 👍👍
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Thank you Daniel! We shall see the front of love, surely.
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