My Love

My Love short poem

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You blessed my solitude,
Like a heavenly melody.
With the warmth of your embrace,
You showed me eternity.
My memories are made sweeter,
With your presence.
My life is now divine,
Since you are so pure.
You, my greatest truth,
Showed me the meaning of life.
Your never ending love,
Now is my greatest wealth.
Love was in me always,
But it was you, the one
Who made me love this world,
Just by being a part of it.
Blessed am I, being gifted with
A place in your heart.
Blessed is my soul, for it got salvation
In your arms.

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A lovely ode to your loved one:) Amazing write!


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