Love borns as buttons of roses, arises like
caresses on heart to touch interior,
eyes closed, fleet above on a wonderful sailing.
Love, passion, born without any reason,this
merger comes when our ego extinguishes beyond
morals of life slows a bit of desires, passion,
to consume effluence with fragrant fantasies.
Tears drip in eyes of remembrance, a beautiful spectacle
of two beings made for each other, because of pure miracle.




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