Love @ a point in optimism !

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Thoughts aplenty of good days when every smile was as beautiful as the evening star.
When beside you she stood,the perfume that she was took you to wonderland.The touch fairweather sweet,and a love as young as morning dew.

Now,the smile less frequent brings more joy than it ever did as the moon in a starless sky.The whiff of her perfume stronger as the same drug yet more potent on return from rehab,And the love years old as it is,traversed as it has the toughest of terrains has build a bond as old as the hills,as strong as the mountains.

Climbing which,from down below as usual tells you there's no joy like the one you know now.

Lesser mortals who loved and lost, jealous as they are from below.
But,we know what we've got they do not know what they haven't!




( this is purely an attempt to be as optimistic as possible on a subject,where optimism could be suicide,and i know it lacks anything even remotely near quality. )





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