A heart filled with love-blush coloured;
It drips into the nerves;
Whenever I lean on that chest,
I can hear that soft voice...
The voice...
that of spilling love.
It's like the patters of dewdrops
from the tip of a tender leaf;
It trickles continuously,
keeps me alive....
That bracing love!!
how long that love will exist...there lies what it is called true love...
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