Never-ending storm and a complete silence
Love may be the product raised out of the chest of boredom
But once when it's born, it is perfectly natural
Natural; beyond any territory and boundary
It embarks its journey on its own and finds elation in each nook
Affection is not that charitable action
It is not somehow delimited to bits,
Rather it's in the entirety.
The one who truly loves you shares everything overtly;
His intensity, whispers, embers, scares, laughters, hugs
And most of all his supremely soulful side
There flows the ocean, wherein depths are storms,
Tides, pearls and wrecked ships travel
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