Love is a gift that is said to be gave,
To demand of us all which we crave,
Fiery passion is love’s way,
Making us live and value this day.
Impatience is another of its traits,
The heart always feels it cannot wait,
For the love, which will intoxicate,
All that comes,
And what will come to be,
It is not love,
That claims all it can see.
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I am a self-funded writer who enjoys writing articles, book reviews, essays, poems, short stories and making videos. I have just finished my BA and MA studies in Philosophy in Wales, which is where I am currently living. I am born and bred in England, a proud Englishman and a proud Brit, and extremely fond of the Welsh culture and lands. British by birth, English by the grace of God. 🇬🇧
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