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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required LOVE AND DEATH ABAB Love is a thing which perches in soul and never dies for those who parts forever and dies reluctantly for all those who deal it with dull verve hence finally retards. Its intensity can never be matched by any way, any sense or any being the loveliness of soul which initially hatches in eyes and finally lead to an undying thing. The iniciated feeling kisses the eye and lead the body to shiver and form an never ending joy joy which increases with senses and feed the soul with luxury of peerless eyes and soothing joy. When eyes fall on thine god, a material being a wave travel from eyes to soul and leave us shocked and lead us to drowse in feeling of the cosmic one more beauteous, pretty then all. A word from her soft coloured lips is treat for your soul and finally try to speak to that elf, an everlasting meet in your brain did relive forever and make thee week. But when you have conversed enough and all secrets did revealed, the enthusiasm, the joy, the love starts to retard and mighty love starts to fall and fall all thy passions, thy deity thine happy dove. Your drowsing in happy feeling, thine everlasting thing decrease by degrees, you being unknown the thing which use to shiver thine ere being your love dwindles while thine body had grown. But after ages when ye become pallid and calm its assistance ye need or when you lay in despair in this material world, it seems the only balm which provide thee love and care. A never ending charm an ethereal soul which lift the mortal man from dying and and taking birth and make life and death traveling journey for all except those in whose nature there is love's dearth. AKASH SANGWAN
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