(01-06-1951 / Manalur)

Fake Love

Warm embrace of true love
Fill the eyes not lips
But fake love reflects in moving lips
And passes through rough hands

True love is nothing but sacrifice
Wealth or health a barrier not
Allows freedom to mingle
And complements each other to fill up smoothly

by sekharan pookkat

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Comments (2)

True love well defined. Thanks.
Very nice, true love is honesty, simplicity, complimentary lovely, yearning for......Thanks