If love is a fever then everyone is ill
Suffering from time immemorial
No doctor available no cure possible
Yet deeds of love death is unable to kill
Entering into the heart of a lover
Love issues a daring threat to death
To take away any one from its ring
Till race of man takes air in to breathe
A lover can be perished by death yet
It does not have a single win over love
All battles that death fights has been lost
Either held on this ground or heaven above.
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