When a poet loves!
She is seen in all lanes, you can know her in the crowds. Like what happens when it rains, you see the sun light behind the clouds
I feel her hair on my face, traveling from one side to another She fills my world and space, yes! She lives in them together
She is a quiet breeze surrounding me, spreading hope in the air. I wish I can hug this breeze, or I hope to live in her.
If she smiles, my day will laugh and shyly flirting moments. She enjoys my poetic words, and my beautiful comments.
I will remain your lover poet, and you'll remain my literature. I'll send you my kisses which will fill my letter.
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