My Love

My Love short poem

Uploaded by Gauri Solanki

My love is like a sparkling star
That’s newly born in every moment
O my love is like a melody
That’s sweetly played in flute
So sweet and pure love is yours
That’s why so deep in love I’m
I will love you thee still my sweetheart,
Till the heart beats get stops
Till the moon kisses the sea My Beloved
And the Dairy milk gets melt in winter,
I will love thee still My Beloved
While the snowfalls start fell in summer
You are that One My Love
That makes me shine so bright
I will come again and again my love
Though it’ll beyond the life

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