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Love For Sale

Come and buy my tender love
Worth every dime you pay
All of you will get what you need
Love is for sale, love is for sale!

Its for sure that you will wallow
Lustre, lust do always swallow
Bid my peace forever adieu
all my riches get gobbled for so

The golden love of yesteryears
Goes to the decks of auctioneers
One, Two, Three Thousand
Every bid of love astounds

Who will buy, who will buy??
Mellow, sweet love of my life
Take the love and annihilate
temple of mind to desecrate

Footsteps to sacred heavens see
Shame shower over you and me
You couldn't save your mound for me?
Give my epic of love to me

Loneliness my love has seen
Torn between the hate of love
Stayed in lonely pits of dark
Switching corners alive apart

Rays of light come shining through
Too late to make things clear to see....
Whining it is alone because?
The road to hell is closed for good

What too for a body sans soul
Life remains alone in gloom
Stay away from happiness
It gives too much of hope too soon

The auction of love is over
It goes to the highest bidder
Love was so inexpensive
All of them could afford it

Love is public, Love is grave
Care is dirty, cheap within
Love yourself and love the winner
Today's winner is the richest lover.

 Saurabh Kumar 
November 4, 2000

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