Gift Of Love

Gift Of Love short poem

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She knows how I feel,
She know that its real..!
But fate knows it better,
Of what it has to cater..!!
Chaos reigns in this love,
Circumstances written from above..!
We hope to change it,
But dare not disrupt it..!!
Silence fills the air,
As I play with her hair..!
She frowns but yet is joyous,
Of the unknown voice..!!
Oh, We’ve been touched
With the gift of love..!
That was kept afar,
And now given from above..!!
We hope that we stay,
Forever this way..!
But we can’t rule it out,
If heaven decides to split..!!

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Life has its hardships, But it goes on.. doesn't wait for anything, nor lets memories be easily gone...! Poems are the only way, to let all the feelings out... to seek for the meaning, that everyone is talking about...!! So enjoy life, and enjoy the poems... and embrace life, no matter what comes...!!
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Preeti
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We might refute the claim destiny has over our lives, but probably we all wonder how mystical life moves sometimes…Beautiful poem!

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