Saturday, March 6, 2021

Love Speaks about its nature

Do you know me yet
whats my name
When I endear you
Life is no game

I have no shame
I have no name
I am no tame
I am no lame

I start as spark
And burn as fire
I smitten the hearts
and flame desire

I am the reason
For the stars
And the reason
For the wars

I cause entanglement of hearts
Innocent as dove
The pure feeling
Which people call love

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