It moves fast without a sound,
Everything we give,brings pleasure,
Giving is a memory to treasure,
You can give without feeling,
That's a dutiful dealing,
But can't love without giving,
Or that's not love it's stealing,
Stealing enormous desires,
Of a burning heart on a pier,
Taking from the deepest depth,
Tired love that never slept,
Sharing is the pleasure of love,
It gives pain,Oh! Yes it does.
(I am Reeta,having cottages to rent in India--Search Google for LIME-VILLA IN VARANASIand book on airbnb.com. Waiting to host you when you come)
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