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Sep 2018

Of joy great, you two are my bundle.
You both, I love to kiss and cuddle.
That's the place, where I don't like any hurdle.

Love I do to become your pillow instead;
When, on my tummy, you rest your head.
Enjoy this shortage of space, I actually do, on the bed.

Love, always in the heart, seeks a space.
Around the heart, weaves it, a delicate lace.
Then, inside the heart, it settles, with Ahura's grace.

May our love forever live and thrive.
May it also, through many other hearts, dance n jive.
May it for ever and ever survive.

Aedoon baad.

Lovingly yours

Armin Dutia Motashaw
   Jack L Martin
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