You.
Came to me.
Went away,
Like the short moonlight,
Beaming on us,
Bouncing off your bosom,
Into your eyes,
Glittering,
Shameless,
Telling me,
Whispering,
The meaning of love.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
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