Is the desire of some to conquer love, for the feeling of esteem and prize, that it brings? Surely this is why love has become so temporary; forever in faith, until death us do part; a life time of unselfish love.
For what; touching you, touching me, beautiful are the young. Forever is then dependant on my waistline and your wrinkles. I would want to love everything about you; I would want to feel adored in return.
It is fleeting, beauty. For it, you have to give up as much, the world, to find love in return, to be given the moon. Forever comes at a deeper cost, a bigger sacrifice; returns are tenfold if you chose wisely and well.
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