Love is four lettered word
Its splendors are many fold
When spring flowers unfold
it smiles in silence utters no word
Love is as soft as rose petals
as tender as aspen leaves
Only a few understands its tenderness
and touch it with care & gentleness
Love is in the air as an invisible angel
Its wings whisper softly in our ears
It touches our eyelids gently like breeze
and gives flying kisses to our cheeks and lips!
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