The vase of love is never vacant,
never goes empty however scant.
Your affection and care like a dove,
when watered by youthful love.
What is it that you want to say,
is on your eyes yet from lips go away?
A chill that runs down your spine,
when I whisper that, "you are mine".
Why is there a quivering smile,
when you think of me all the while?
I feel the feelings flowing free,
the mind calm on a silence spree.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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