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March 16, 2018
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The love that I first felt was sweet as.

The aroma of its first sweetness sated my sense of smell.

The love, with its sweet-smelling odor created excitement and exhilaration in my soul.

Made my heart leap like a deer who was leaping upon seeing the spring  water.

But the feeling of delight that love caused won't stay constant.

Love has its other cryptic nature of sorrowing my soul.

That the dulcet pleasure it created commences to end.

Bitterness and sorrow takes over.

The once aromatic state turns into dismality.

The vigorous soul languishes.

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