Sharing A Love Story

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn,
I know you have come with the rosy showers,
When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk,
I know you have come with sweet white flowers,
My sun rises with a message of love,
My moon rises with a package of love.

My day is passed drinking wine of love,
And you are exposed in white moonlights,
I sleep with beauty and dreams of love,
How beautiful are days, how lovely are nights!
I don’t hate anyone I am a glory of love,
May I share with you this story of love?

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J.rid
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Consider it shared my friend. Your poems lighten the soul.

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