It is that time of the year again
While singles whine,couples dine and wine
That time of the year
When the new year resolutions dwindles and we fall for cupid’s drama
That time of the year
When words and hugs give a fake hope leaving you sleepless in fantasy
That time of year
Its heart-ins and roses in red everywhere
That time of the year
We lament about our moms not warning us about the pain in falling in love
That time of the year
When we blindly fall in love again!
They call it the month of love, the shortest month of the year.
Because love is short lived. ???
Why confine love only to the month of February?!
How about loving ourselves a little ? doing something that we love to ?More often that will be a reason to wake up with a smile..
More love to come..
Kindle & Kompass 
Nice lines and meaning in it and a rose is like sweet in every fold.
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That time of the year when there is so much pressure. There are pictures of happy couples with babies everywhere that you feel like a loser for being single. February is indeed a weird month
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Veryyy true..
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