If you ask me why I love you, then I must tell you that,
I love you because,
It’s the darkness of your hairs,
It’s the magic of your touch,
It’s the brightness of your fair,
I find no one such.
If you think it’s all a lie,
Then I must tell you that, I love you because,
It’s the glaze of your eyes,
It’s in the way you shy,
It’s the smile on your face,
It’s the way you embrace.
Then I must tell you that, I love you because,
It’s the kiss of your lips,
It’s the curves of your hips,
It’s the style in your walk,
It’s the love in your talk.
If you ask me why I love you, then I must tell you that,
I love you, because I don’t need a reason too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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