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Love comes to those...

Love comes to those, 
who still hope,
although they have been disappointed; 
To those, who still believe,
although they've been betrayed;
To those, who still need to love,
although they've been hurt before;
And to those, 
who have the courage and faith
to build trust again!


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  1. nice lines...
    cheers, Archana - www.drishti.co

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  2. worth pondering.. love comes to you when you seek it and then it is the series of choice that you want to make to keep it.

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    1. That's right Famidha, it is important to keep faith.

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