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Love is like the language of mother
It can be
Soft
Aggressive
Furious
Mild
Sweet
Or at times, bitter
But it is never devoid of under-standing,
It is because when we are yet to acquire
The language to demand our needs
She has got the language to feel it
The purpose of the love is the same
Though its language may be different at times
But if it is love, it does not lack
Under
Standing
Each
Others
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Though it sounds stupid
Irrational
But in love
One develops an ability
To feel each other
Even in the absence
Of each others
Because love is a science of emotions
In which each new theory
Rejects the previous one
To build ourselves
Newly
Gradually, or sometimes
Radically
In accordance with the law of life
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We are two different languages
Trying to make sense of one thing called
Love
Sometimes, it is alright
To lose ourselves in translation
Of the text of togetherness
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In case you miss me
and want to touch me
Come here
To this poem
I am here
You can see me
Read it
You can hear me, touch me
As
Long
As
You
Read,
I
Am
With
You
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I may not be able to buy
Things you need
To be happy in life
But for you
I’ll leave these words
They will guide you
To the happiness you need
When things will no longer
Be capable to do so
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