Heart's Invention
Come. Invent.
Do you believe in all these
fairy-tales about love?
Or are you a hardcore skeptic,
who abhors romance?
Come. Invent the ghost of love
perched on your porch like a
silk Persian rug.
Love's a new mansion full of
possibilities, a heart's shrine,
be a faithful custodian.
Come. Invent.
Let's face it. You need a whole new
wardrobe for your emotions.
Stop procrastinating. Come.
Invent, a new destiny, a new
travel itinerary.
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