"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.

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"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.
So many put on a shroud of mystery - emotions can be played with, yet this heart can't stop thinking on love.
One glance and there is no mystery, you are perfect.