Romance
Tender eyes gaze at me mischievously
Catching my breath as the sight of storms do
Swirling me in a private symphony:
A secret world made of roses, so blue
Love not consumed but growing in large bloom
Is sure to be carried to the next life
Love such as this never do bring in gloom
For adorned it is with seeds of pure faith
Tender eyes meet and clash in warm silence
If love is not consumed, it remains pure
And life becomes a poem in a trance
Lovers wait for the next life, with allure
For the good is rewarded all the time
The wheels of fate turn with a divine chime
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