Love is a debit card, Which one can not debit, Or aftermath the debit, balance is as before, You and your love issues this card. If at all One spends or misspends, It is the interest earned on amount in its balace, Interest of goodwill earned over years Love, the principal is in tact. Sms of" misspending", misuse of card, you must intuit, it is not sent, And forget as tips to the waiter. Do not share credentials or else phising, skimming will ruin you. Love is a debit card that one uses for life.
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Wow! you have so fantastically expressed the love as a credit card where balance is as before. Very interesting to read. Thank you dear Majhi for sharing this lovely poem.