Last One Standing

Maybe King and Queen
Could be so steady.
With the status and authority.
Maybe the lady at the storey should give the best fake smile,
Whenever king and queen walking through her..
Serve them with applause, pour them with compliments.
They're fit and love each other.
Perfect mate.
The lady come back upstairs.
And she swore,
though the queen possess the King formerly.
It's not guaranteed that she's the one.
They'll see..
Cause the one who has the biggest love.
would be the last one standing..

1st L.O.V.E

First love is strong.
It is one, undamaged, pure and unbreakable.
It’s brittle but not fragile.
It’s risky but gentle.
It’s luxury but free.
It’s invisible but sensible.
No condition, but a tough rule.
Once you think u have it, u are perfect.
Once you think u leave it, u are brave.
Once you think u lost it, u are break.
It is all that remain, until you meet second, third.. to hundredth.
First love is a legend.
You can say thousand words of figures as if you know him best from a first sight.
First love is adequate.
To feel every joy, every pain, every densely it takes with.
First love is seeping.
Like when you look right, your left, above and down, your back, even your heart when you close your eyes.
There will be only he….

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sometimes i think, a simple thing..
maybe God give us a first love..
only just for us to know what love is..