Love can never die, not completely. There were too many romantics, too many poets, too many places where lovers could meet and kisses could be shared. - Nikita Gill

And sometimes, you are going to be
as fierce as a dragon
armed in scales of impenetrable gold
and sometimes you are going to be
as vulnerable as a lamb,
soft and comforting in newborn wool.
Both versions of you deserve to be loved.
Both versions of you are needed.
Both versions of you are beautiful.

I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.

Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.