we met, we fought,
we looked and we sought,
i always felt you to be one,
and else i need none,
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A very beautiful poem of infatuation and separation.Love is not the attraction on a Balloon.
i hope the we the best wishes even in all the wee hours of life`s nights..
Conflicts of ideas and deeds never cease. The need to compromise must elevate one`s thoughts.. So must it yours too dear Miss Anamika. Good beginning for a youngster
C'est vraiment tres bonne..