Dr. Antony Theodore
Inner Comfort Of Hugs - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
When she hugs me
and takes my face to her breasts
the comfort is in my mind
and not in my body.
Love goes beyond words.
True love has thousand colours.
It is the magic of life.
It is like the fluttering wings
of the little butterfly
when it is about to land
on a flower that dances in the wind.
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