Feelings free flowing permeate
Flows only one way through this gate
Nothing can ever take this away
No matter what my future hold
No matter what kind of is mould
Not matter what it is I am told
Love does not ever go stale
Barbs may have grown around
Fragrance is there still abound
Everytime I look your side
You look part of just my fate
Manjari
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