Is love really beautiful when there are secrets involved??
Do secrets make a relationship grow better??
Or does it make it worst??
Is love like a bed of roses??
Is love as painful as the thorns on roses??
Can love draw blood??
Does a rose really represent love…and not drops of blood??
Do pearls really symbolize purity…and not drops of tears??
Are tears only for a weak soul??
Is suffering only meant for the unfortunate??
Does death really do apart the lovers??
Do all this questions have one answer??
Love, its hideous secrets, its playful mischieves, painful like bed of thorns on roses, yet precious as pearl… Love with its fights, tears, pain, joy, laughter and sweet nothings…Love is passion....and passion is love...
What will a lady do when she is stopped from showing her passion?? How will she show her love?? What happens when she is forced to hide her raging passions within herself and never be able to let it out??
Must she wilt like a rose?? Must she cry for her ill fate??
Love...the greatest passionate emotion of all times...
What if she believed that her soul and her beloved’s were made from the same mould and made into two different people...They shared the same soul in two different bodies??
What if she believed that even though she is dead, she must haunt her beloved, stuck in some time, until he joins her in death...and blessed with eternal union…??
Is it really true…?? Is it possible that even death will not be able to separate a love so great, a love so passionate... a love so deep...and even tears cannot express these timeless feelings...??
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