True love
What is love without lust
And in absence of return, a love
A world full of people
Of opposite sex
Of attraction and distraction
And only one is special, one love
One heart, a soul and mind
Together in harmony
A peace of moment
Blossoming as though a flower
Only this is in heart, felt
Like a sense, it can feel
Every step, every second
Every breath, if full of the kind of
Feeling. The kind of touch,
A heart can sense, feel and be moved.
A Love not of any kind but true
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