Love dwells not in the lips
Ask many with good thinking cap
It is a camouflage when we choose to feel agog
Professing feelings beyond measures in order to meet our various wish when not deeply in love
Staring at pleasures of life
Using valuable items close to our reach to lure one into another's arm
Feeding the crowd with unmerited promises to be seen goldly
It is from the heart love grows healthy without wrinkles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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