When the heart exude passions steamy,
and feelings seep in,
the eyes get dreamy,
lips quiver to say Three words but stay within...
like the drops of dew so pure,
dancing on petals tender,
always smiling very sure,
But Three words the lips still wont render...
pains and smiles come in showers,
in a stride they are taken,
to reap love's blooming flowers,
But those Three words are just FELT but not spoken...
© Arvind...
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