My so soft soul,
Gone to you, all 'n' all.
Leaves of Love,
Bloomed in your pal.
Did not know matter,
Negotiated Love at barter.
In your warm company,
Love swap in symphony,
Faced your dare,
While deceived in rare.
Hands in forehead,
Made me, her guide.
What, is happening ever?
Never had it happened before.
If known this earlier,
May not love her any more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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