Amber Millar

Fine Valentine's Eve

As I lay here, hugging my pillow,
I find it hard to conceive,
Tonight is one of speciality,
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  • C. P. SharmaC. P. Sharma (6/9/2008 8:12:00 AM)

    I wonder why people didn't comment on this great piece of poetry. There is always a sense of incompleteness in the worldly love. There is always a love's sad satiety when we lokk at the relations in an isolated way. If our love is pure and true. If there is our 'one and only one', there shouldn't be any scope for distrust and disbelief.

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