I adore many, alive or dead,
Who might know me or not,
Who might love me or not,
Or who might not know
I loved them.
Yet I love them
And love loving them.
A cute lady or a winsome heroine
Is no way different.
Why should I feel shy
When I admire them
And admit it in open.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
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