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WHAT'S TRUE LOVE?
What’s true love? Does it exist? Or, is it there at all? They, at least, believe in it Who want, in love, to fall. When people slip into love, It’s often so subtle. They don’t even know their heart Was touched by a ripple. Many trod the path of love But are in the end lost. For them, rather than the warmth, Love is more like a frost. It’s ironical that true Love can’t ever be sought. It happens on its own, the Seekers are but distraught. * Written in abcb rhyme, 7-6-7-6 format. M C Gupta 30 September 2008
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