You Are The Music In Me

You Are The Music In Me short poem

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Drops of dew
On a leaf brand new
Your love is acute
Like a note from a flute

Your love is a magical flu
That cures with a kiss so true
Life with you is a glorious tour
That ends in your arms so pure

Your love is a fate not a destiny
That’s worth the ecstasy
Filled with charming melody
With a trickle of endearing jealousy

Your love is the song I sing
With the tune of the string
Makes my heart dance with glee
As you are the music in me …

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Krish Chatakondu
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How did you make the rhyme…a puppet in your hands…?

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