Do you still remember this poem???
(You made it for me...)
(You made it for me...)
Love need not be expressed in words,
It can be felt even in silence like
chords.
It is perceived by the heart and the
sense.
It has a pure magical, charismatic
essence.
Love need not be expected in return.
It can cause a yearning heart burn.
It is not sweet in every season.
It occurs even without a reason.
Love need not be bit of physical.
It can be mental yet whimsical.
It is sensed by the gestures one makes.
It is like an amazing self awake.
Love need not be brought to the lips
It can be seen when the eye weeps.
It is such a thing that money can't buy.
It is only of 'We' instead of 'I'
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