Sometimes, I think how easy it is to love a jolly person—someone who is as lively as a bird singing in the dawn sky. Loving becomes so effortless then. But, what if this luminous face turns into a pale desert one day? Well, that's the worst thing about life. You trip over a spiky rock when you think how smooth and soothing your path is. As the cliché goes, nothing is permanent. Life changes its hue just like the leaves do. People smell like roses in the spring of their lives. But, then, autumn arrives and takes its toll. It leaves them devoid of their sparkling smiles. So, I wonder how much you can love when it is not easy anymore. Would the flame of love begin to flicker in the stormy night? And, if it fails to last till the end, then does it even deserve to be called love?
Because love cannot fade...
It cannot waver...
It cannot fail...
It can survive the longest nights...
It can fight the wildest storms...
True love can bravely stand the tests of time...
It cannot waver...
It cannot fail...
It can survive the longest nights...
It can fight the wildest storms...
True love can bravely stand the tests of time...
—Amrit Versha
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