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Feb 2018
In the silence of the morning
The sun rises, bright and clear
And it's you she's missing, my dear
I tell her, it's not real
She says, life rarely is ideal
I tell her, it's only a feeling of love
She says, your hand fits like a glove
I tell her, it will break her heart
She says, to love is to be torn apart
I ask her why this dangerous path
She says, it's a game and to lose, we hath
I ask her how this happiness
This radiance of her being
She says love gives me strength
It gives me peace
I hesitate but ask
If you love her too
She said, she never asked
She was busy falling for you
Aflaha
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Aflaha  34/F
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