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My love for you helps me to live
In this unkind abrasive world,
Sometimes it acts as a magic
In which I am totally enthralled.
Sometimes it becomes poetry
Arousing the poet within me,
Sometimes it takes the form of song
Giving me a singer’s spree.
Sometimes it acts like a balm
Healing my heart’s sores,
Sometimes it quenches my thirsts
Drenching me like downpours.
Sometimes it sounds like a flute
Playing an enchanting, soothing tune,
Sometimes it gives me cosmic light
Shining above all like a moon.
Sometimes it turns into the prime cause
For which only I want to survive,
Sometimes it is a rejuvenating boon
Which helps my life to revive.
Sometimes it thrives like a tree
Giving me shelter unbound,
Sometimes it’s the philosophy of life
Plunging me into thoughts profound! |
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