Love is like grief
That fades away with time.
The longer you stay away
From the ones you love,
The less you miss them.
For what you see
Is what you believe,
And what you believe
Is what you live with.
The world is a paradise
A paradise with pleasures.
But pain
Can never be separated from pleasure
It is the seed of desires
Both pleasure and pain.
As light from darkness
As dawn from dusk,
That sprouts to give
