In your arms I find the heavenly solace; In your embrace I find my sanctity. In your two eyes lie my universal happiness; In your heart lies my vanity.
Your touch ignites the passion of love; Your words make my lips smile. Your silence makes me pine for you; Even if the stillness runs for a while.
Never knew I would be so weak for you; So soon I would be so incomplete. But it’s so true now that you run in my veins; I can feel your very presence in my every heartbeat.
I still remember those moments when you loved me unreasonably; Never ever asking for a return. I remember the pain I caused you so my love; Even when you were so patient and full of concern.
It was you who taught me what love is once more; When I was tossing hard on the bed of pain, It was you who saved me from the hell of drudgery; When I was searching for my lost & broken dreams in vain.
No one will ever know the pain you went through for me I know I can’t make up for it too; But I can promise being yours in my every life time. And spend all my moments only with you.
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True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
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The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain