Last night's rainstorm hastens the spring blooms the early flowers thrills the tweeting birds. Last year's April, please do not return-- the long shopping line, the empty shelves, the toilet paper shortage. But I dream of you, returning, even though I know you would not. It is understood. Still love feels unfinished.
Last April was awful but being stuck at home a lot hasn’t been the worst for me…
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Yes, we are resilient and resourceful. LOL.
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Yeah, the quiet was good for a while. Not want it to return but secretly hoping for it to come back. Everything seems chaotic again.
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A beautiful poem! ❤️
Love shall always find us again to finish the unfinished!
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Yes, I believe so. Keep our hope alive and love shall triumph.
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Cool one🙂
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😉😊
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What is finished love though? Love is never finished for me. It’s continues whether we get to live with the person or not, or if the person is not in the same page as we are. Love of a mother to her child is never finished so as the love of God..
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Yes, that is so true. Once started, the emotional connection will never be finished. Sometimes even if we want to cut it off forcefully, we end up thinking and dreaming of it. There’s no cure and no exit to our love.
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That’s the power of Love…
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😊😉😘
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True, true. LOL. I totally agree.
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‘Finished’ love was meant in a manner of speaking more about love that is reciprocated and so comfortably settled and in its place. Like love between spouses! It was not meant as love which is over or finished between two people…Though if it’s infatuation in the guise of love, it can finish.. Mother’s love comes closest to the unconditional love, that is pure and perfect like God’s love..
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Yes, a mother’s love is the strongest bond of all, the closest a human can experience towards the unconditional love. Everything else has its conditions. The fact that we exist is a testament to our mothers’ love and sacrifice. I agree. “Finished love” should be rephrased into “happy ending love”, when the two main characters who find each other and live happily ever after. It is not really finished, not really ending, just passing a new milestone.
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Haha 👍 Finished or unfinished, love will continue to hold eternal sway on our imaginations and rightly so. It’s the most deliciously perfect imperfect thing of life♥️
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Yes, it doesn’t matter what we do and how we live, our mind thinks about emotional thoughts very often and figures related with us emotionally come back again and again.
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A pretty poem!
Also unfinished love always has sweet hope, which is more than you can say for finished love🥰😂
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Yes, hope will never die. Hope looks at the hopeless abyss and says, “I hope”, and then your imagination starts to fill in the gap with ridiculous dreams. On the other hand, finished love is much quieter, satisfied with its own demise.
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You too, huh?
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😜😜
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