One of the few romantic poems I have written.
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Hands in hands and heads resting on each others shoulders,
Seated near the bustle of a road
And yet so untouched, so immersed
In each others’ company.
He looks at her and like always
Is mesmerized by her sight,
Her face glowing quite like the moonlight.
The moonlight brings together many,
All enchanted by their lovers
For its charisma feeds the thumping
That longs for the heart of other.
The moon does not burn itself
To dispel the cold and darkness,
The moon may only reflect
The aura of some one else
But it is that reflection
That brings together
Many hearts in this world.
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