Poem 3 My heart, wounded and alone, sings a sad melody, hoping, without hope, that one day you'll love me. Poem 4 In the garden of my dreams, withered memories bloom, of a love that never sprouted ...

Love poems often let Cupid’s arrow hit the mark ... our hearts forever aligned. He was made for me, a perfect match divine, Our love written in the stars, destined to shine.

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