Penning Passion
My life was a lie, until I met you.
You hold my soul, I hold your hands.
Must die in arms, looking at you,
Till the last drop, dreaming of you.
Cover-up me close, but don't cry!
It's not your loss, time I am losing you.
Only few moments, more to make love,
Flowers, clouds, mountains, seas ,skies,
Stars, moon, sun, and my love for you.
It would be a curse, a Life without you.
And a happy phase, creating moments.
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