My Passionate Love

My Passionate Love short poem

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I stop praising others since we loved each other,
Friends become foes as our friendship heaps on further.
Night and day become one as your love made me mad,
I dismay with dire of thought when you looks sad.

Your ocean of love aligns my soul with sanctity,
Makes free as birds to sing without anxiety.
Little smile on your lips makes me happy and smile,
Your immediacy has made my life worthwhile.

Your smooth touch elevates me to euphoric bliss,
My heart glimmers with thrill emotion as you kiss.
Passionate gesture lies under twinkling of your eyes,
Looks romantic as the dusk sprinkled with red dye.

I offer my life to you without any treaty,
as your gesture look like symbol of sanctity.
Let us pray god to bring truth in our divine dreams,
and hope, joy of God shines forth in life like sunbeams.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Saga of Romance

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