May die someday
When its elastic is fully stretched
And badly stressed and looses sparks
But a silent love never dies
And very much inelastic
And never looses the spark
The spark is eternal
And flame not a fable
Good Love is often hidden
Bad love is sometimes
Too publicized and shallow
Do not advertise too much
What you love
How do you true love?
By the fibre
"Inelasticity "
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