The distance is far,
Cannot be measured
The hearts are two,
Miles apart
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The beauty of new love the start of a wild ride the soft murmur of their voice that set look in their eyes that rush of not knowing what lies ahead
the real beauty of poetry is untold words and its convivals Without saying a word You speak a lot Without touching me ever You touch my soul In the stillness of night
The imaginative colorful thoughts on love show the bondage between the poetess and the one she adores very firm. Love is indeed very much pure if one shows tenderness and the more you are polite, it will come and shield you very artfully and present its softness to the loving souls.....10/10