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For Love Sake

A tender note to discus

It’s lifting, 

and I fear death no more

The peace that takes its time

A rose which blossom, 

into a sweet scent

My affection holds no pain

Like a drop of bliss 

from a fallen feather

Or the wind of joy

 I beg to carry me on

A sweet twist of fate 

for love sake.

Whichever,

 my heart beats faster

Ardor found its way here 

with genuine rapt

And I give my all, 

my all …………….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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