On love, poetry and fate

There are in life some rare moments, which make the living worth it's price,
When talk is done directly by two pairs, two pairs in each other sunken eyes.
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The lucky man, who loves and is loved back, from heart to heart,
Who in Nirvana's depth has lost his common sense control,
-Emotions of that man can only be matched by feelings of the bard,
Who's poem got the magic charm to touch the reader's soul.
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Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon first two weeks baker's dozen.
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Don't play with destiny the game of hide and seek.
Your fate will find you everywhere,
In Hell or Paradise, it doesn't care.
Today - you're Prince, tomorrow - poor and weak.
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Love is a mystery of two enchanted hearts.
They don't teach the laws of love in schools.
Love can not be explained by wisest of the smarts,
-When fell in love, they too become love's fools.
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Man's tenderness is stingy on the words, rare are male tears, which have taste of salt,
But heart of man is not, however, bound by the armor, made of steel, is not protected from the pain his soul.
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When two decide to set each other free, to break and part,
The cut runs not between but deeply through each lover bleeding heart.
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Like rivers flow into ocean
Time doesn't stop its steady motion.
And only Love without caution
Survives the time through its Devotion.