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NATURE OF LOVE
Though love is ephemeral, Eternal it always seems. Forever the lover thinks That his is the beloved! Love cannot be hidden but Yet it is a mystery, That unsure of the lover's Thoughts remains the beloved! Love is blinding, a lover Does not see what's seen by all. The lover always believes, Perfect is the beloved! Love is a passion so strong That fear is unknown to love. Like a moth, the lover does Give life for the beloved! • Written in abcD, 7-7-7-7 format M C Gupta 9 November, 2003
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