Some hours has been piled on our record of love
But love on ye is still in the account of prove
Every minute am with yer vibrant pictures
The senses from other loves are not as yours
Thinking on your love I can’t see any gorgeous
As if the meaning of love is lost in your genius
Silence in my classes made me to think on our future
Your Happiness, pleasing with our dreams is my tenure
But in the mid way accident of innocent devils
What our love story we can do for those evils?
If the god and goddess are unsatisfied with our love
What we can do to keep our relations in glued love?
These are the divergences of our human imagination
If our loves are with faith and trust still in migration
World for our love will be there with full of recreations
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