Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
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Yet loves me so much as a princess of yore, always cruising the boat, can not navigate to shore. To bad she can't reach the shore Tribhawan. Your last stanza tells the story. great write.
Thanks for sharing. You have just answered some of my questions
The relationship of a poet with his Muse is beautifully described here. She comes as a puff of fresh air and leaves as a hurricane! Beautiful imagination! !