my love story

My love story.
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 When your dear's goalpost is on fire
you won't dare be a brother's keeper
a feeling atimes could lift your soul higher
when happiness would outscale the joy metre
love; the only thing that can develop the heart shire
and make sweet the pain that seems sore and sour
evade; love might escape you, hang you on wire
abandoned you as Jesus was denied by Peter.
yet don't on love gave up, don't retire
pick yourself up, never put your heart asunder.
Let's rekindle the lost love, let's raised on a pier
let's before our gaze see love radiates together
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 I have a story to tell
of how well I never on love relent
uphold it like the nation's anthem pledged
and protect it like sweats in birds fledge
I really swallowed a big morsel of my pride
as i only see her in India Sari, as my bride
but love is neither stupid nor blind
just only cupid decided to wear a bind
her wings soared above her perfect shoulder
the soaring ego in mountain, i need a boulder
to deflate what's left of her esteem
and from their get her priding soul redeemed.
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 Would she learn?, this lesson?
if she would.; it's purely a blessing
but her demeanor iterates that boring tone
as it screeches my ears, it's going out of my playlist alone.
Atimes I wonder why,
so many of their ilk promises and off they shy
one that pledged to appear all day in my dream
is the same person who wouldn't allow me sleep.
You're out of my playlist
your music now seems gaulish
as I'm not gonna wander again in your heart
it consists no more lovely rats that could feed my cat
I drank and persevered with droplets of time,
already it has formed ocean of patience in me
constipated my tommy as my immune didst grieved
The sour salt might even immure my belief.
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wizard calidad
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