If you had loved yourselves,
You wouldn’t have got so many hearts,
To teach you the lessons of love,
Calling you always, sending you gifts,
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Everything will remain,
As long as we are alive,
The sun may set for a new day,
The moon may rise for a new night,
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Feeding me with bits of words,
May induce me longing for full,
Not the teasing measure of dull,
But from the wise ladle a scoop,
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Wiping, scrubbing, and teary washing,
Chants of polishing: the tainted mind to shine,
Dissonance drying, unfriendly pressing with steam,
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When they exist as the fragrant flowers,
The sheepish smiles from these faces,
They want to touch and smell, holding the stalks,
Blooming in their eyes, fast breathing in their flat chests,
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The darkest night and the weakest soul,
The combination matches in many bed rooms,
Drowsy to have the sleep, but awake as the heart,
Pages of the past rolled and struck somewhere,
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Bring it to my shore,
The waves of happiness,
Gentle with constant flow,
Never stopped even once to be slow,
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Knocking the security door with a powerful blow of love,
The door is secured with a key and a pass word,
Daddy holds the key and the mummy keeps the secret code,
You are waiting just outside my heart, raising the bonfire,
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My bangles worn slender hands,
Never been touched by any one,
The perfectly oiled long tresses,
Never been messed by someone,
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All those butterflies flutter on the stomachs,
Change into the moths to hatch the silk worms,
The young and old of this beautiful world,
Have had the silk shawl to wrap on their shoulders,
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