Tender moments, stronger promises
casual wink and stranger whispers
throatful laughter with the unbearable silencesDreamt together, dreamt apart
If love is labour, would have worked for any cost
Clasped hands, a soft caress; for the delusionary moment
Evaporate sweet Love; like does the endearing fragrance
All is lost but to what cause?
I am still here, so are you
Passionate moments, there were a few
But love is not passion. Or may be it is.
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