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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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People are infatuated with the idea of being in love. Searching for something they aren't truly ready to find. 'Just a person, one person who understands me for me. A person who wont try to change the life inside of me.' I don't need the emotion of love to make me complete. As long as i'm alive, well and happy that's all I need. Love brings heartache, we want it to be perfect. It never is, it can never be. We force and push and pull for something that isn't meant to be. In the end we are left with pain, heartache and grief. Love is a free form, meant to be appreciated and nurtured. Yet we capture and confine it to fit our mold. A perfect mold in our minds. Love becomes cramped, stressed and sick. We hold on never wanting to let go. Love breaks free and escapes its prison. We are left now with a heartbroken vision. Years pass, tears fall. Our perfect vision is no longer We grow bitter thinking we’re growing stronger. Love gives us another chance Hesitantly welcome it. The cycle begins again We grab it and begin to mold. When will we learn, when will it get old?
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