Hold my hand as you sleep
Let me feel your touch
Let your breath linger on my skin
Dream! Dream your worries away
Through your touch I
Will step inside your head
Tread softly on the soft clouds
Trespass into your dreams

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Love me
Love me like the lightning loves the thunder
Like the mind loves the wonder
Love me, love me so
Like the snow loves the mountains
Like the naughty water loves the fountains
Love me, won’t you love me so?
Love me like there’s no tomorrow
Like the winter loves the sorrow
Love me, love me now
Like a child’s love for chocolate
Unconditional and affectionate
Love me darling, love me
Like the victor loves the gloating
Like the tummy loves the bloating
Love me, love me, love me
Love me like a miser loves his money
Like the bees love their honey
Love me, sting me
Like a lion loves the roaring
Like the clouds love the pouring
Love me, love me more
Like the hearts that love the beating
Like a house loves the heating
Love me, love me always
Like the way I want you badly
Like the way I love you madly
Love me, love me

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I’ll shut all the windows, bolt all the doors
Seal all the holes in the roof and the floors
In my arms you for ever I’ll enclose
But I won’t let that fiendish Death come close

I’ll shut down all the lights and silence there will be
So it never detects your presence here with me
I’ll stay up all night if such a need arose
But I won’t let that devilish Death come close

Whether it be day or night or the blazing noon
Whether it be May or March or the balmy June
Whether in the guise of Hel or Kali or in the form of Thanatos
I won’t let that infernal Death come close

I’ll protect you from all harm, risk and injury
Keep you safe from its sniff and artillery
As long as life runs from my head to my toes
I won’t let that menacing Death come close

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What is it about you that makes my heart melt?
What is it that pushes all the worries out of my mind?
What is it in you that charms my heart to the fullest?
What is it? What is it? I keep asking myself

I’ve scratched my head but no answer I have found
I have contemplated all alternatives rationally
I have tried to glance into the depths of my faculties
I have tried; I have tried; and I have failed

After crossing out all possibilities off my list
After twisting and turning many sleepless nights
After a year of rumination there is only solution that remains
It is love; it is love; it could only be love

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Love is a disease for which no vaccine exists
Love is an addiction approved by society
Love is an attack on your faculties
Love is an epidemic

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Love is a feather
Floating tenderly with the breeze
Falling in your palm
Often unexpectedly
Don’t hold it too tightly
Lest you crush it
Hold it lightly
Feel its soft touch
Caress it with affection
Examine it carefully
You could make out the dove
From whom this thing of beauty dropped
What is that dove but a collection of such feathers
One piece is in your hands
Be gentle and caring
It will stick to your palm
For as long as you want
It may seem small but believe me when I say
It is everything

I guess I’ve never told
You what you mean to me
How grand a place you hold
In life’s moments to be

My lips fail me every
Time that I try to speak
My heart falls in a reverie
Showing from cheek to cheek

I’m glad I’ve always showed you
Instead just what you mean
My love has always flowed through
In acts of stream serene

For man is yet to find a better
Method of conveying love
Far better than a penned letter
Is a gesture of true love

If I could paint true love
I would use your colours
Dip my brush in your skin
Create a tender scene

What magnet does she possess
That pulls me towards her?
What could I be possibly made of
That I cannot resist her?
How do I escape this attraction
When I’m caught in her field?
How do I break this wizardry?
Where do I find a shield?

I think that you are beautiful
With a delightful innocence
With a kindness-leaking heart
Flowing in abundance
But you do not think so

I see that you are beautiful
With dark mysterious eyes
With lips that tell a story
That no shade can disguise
But you do not see so

I believe that you are beautiful
Nature’s finest song
Melodious and soothing
For me to hum along
But you do not believe so

Believe me please believe me
See what I can see
Your soul is the finest specimen
Of humankind’s beauty