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Fruit Of Love…

My romance lives in my writings,
It lives in the imagination of my paintings.
Your loves creates passion in my spine,
It puts a smile on my face and my face shines.
I do not listen to the music any more,
As your voice sings in my ears feeling you so near.
Your love leaves me with no taboos and nothing hidden,
I feel a fruit of love is not forbidden…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag