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Sep 2014
What is this magic you seem to have cast
You walked into my life, and wiped away the past
You saw me wallowing, and took me to task
Under your spell, I was at peace at last

I thought I had seen, all that love could do
It can seed, it can nurture, it can stun you
But only love can set you free, like no other
and this I have seen now, from close quarter

All pretensions fade, all assumptions die
all masks seen through by honesty's eyes
all pain is lessened by your healing grace
all days brightened by true love's embrace

Some are still tangled in the past's grime
Bitterness their friend, and risk a crime
But fear not of getting hurt again
For true love comes to those, who seek no gain
nor abhor pain
A clean slate
Siddharth Penmetcha
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Siddharth Penmetcha
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