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There are many those songs Untitled
Who becomes sometimes worthless
May at any other time valuable
Even could be priceless
Anytime anywhere

You Sang many more songs
Tried To twist my mind
Then I never mingled the
Seemed meaningless
Because I was then,
A Bright Student of Economics

I Thought the money,
It took to buy a book of poetry,
Even was a price to listen a music
You told me that you love me
I thought that has a big price,
Even would be too expensive
But not to be out of my capacity

25 years later,
Today I think
It was the price of everything,
Cause you were
What, too

But Now You are not exist
The price of love grows priceless
However, why did you think
In terms of the size of the economy
Had not all

Why did I not understand
The depth of Economics of Love
Cause,
I didn't understand that Love Song,
Didn't understand that Love Poetry

So that Today,
I'm trying to count  
The Price of Priceless Love,
Alone, In Such a  Low Valentine day
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
He counts the real price of love,
25 Years Later in a Low Valentine Day
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 Feb 2015 Elizabeth
DiamondGirl
I  started to read the Architectual Digest you gave me. Funny thing happened, as I turned each page, every single one said I love you...
 Feb 2015 Elizabeth
Timothy Kenda
Sometimes I look into your eyes and I see
All the pain of years gone past
Flash throughout the synapses of your brain
So I pray to false gods that you'll be okay
Because the world we live in can't afford to lose another beautiful soul like you
I wish I could hold you tightly in my arms
And make it so that there is nothing wrong
Open up your eyes to the light that shines
During the daylight of our time that we spend here on this earth
But instead I just see your hurt
Your chemical attempts to make it all make sense
Your downcast eyes betray your lack of confidence
And while to me you could be nothing but heaven sent
The rose colored glasses you once wore have dimmed down into grey
The question creases across your face as you wonder
"Will I be okay?"
There is nothing more that I would want than for that to be the case
The world will fall apart if it was to lose your beauty
Like grains of sand when the tide comes in
I would disintegrate and wash with the refuse out to sea
Please help me help you be happy before
We both simply cease to be
 Feb 2015 Elizabeth
Mirlotta
I'm writing love letters to the dead
not because you're dead but
because I'm never going to see you again
and that's as good as dead
I guess
I suppose
I sort of
kind of
hope.
 Feb 2015 Elizabeth
kaylene- mary
The sad truth is,
I have embodied you,
And your allegedly merciful soul.
Your steps are my movement.
Your thoughts are my substance.
Your words are my speech.

The sad truth is,
If you have become the product of my being,
If you have become the living tongue in my throat,
Then darling, I'd rather be mute.
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