Not even the angels above
Could make a better
match
So please be with me
And I will make you
happy
Such is the depth of
my lasting love
Intense and profound
Deeper than the
deepest ocean
Enduring till that watery
abyss
Dries to sun baked
desert
And its powdery form
runs
Through your fingers
And loves metaphor is
blown away
Like smoke on the wind
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