"The Sacrifice of Love"


"The Sacrifice of LOVE"


 When I saw her for the first time, I felt as if my eyes had seen a fairy from heaven.  Her beauty and good character made a place in my soul and heart.I used to meet her, We got to know each other well.  Seeing her innocence and simplicity, I fell in love with her.  Now when I saw her, I forgot myself.  And on the day when I didn't see her, I used to be frustrated and upset.

        Time passed and one day the thought came to my mind that why shouldn't I express my Love to her.  And suddenly a voice came from my heart saying "No".  What will happen to you if she feels bad.The voice stopped me, perhaps just so, as not to hurt her feelings and break her heart. Only because of this I could not express my love to her again.  And so I couldn't get her love all my life.

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