Till my last breath …

 

You – on my thought- 24×7, poem
You – the one God sent for me,
You – very very special to me
All can I do is thinking of you,

None to me is as special as you can be;
I knew it is the four-lettered word- love,
offered by Menaka to Viswamitra;
made by Sachi to Indra.

Oh! my dearest love,
Leave me not,
lest darkness will dense me
and I will not
Live in this world of
Loves, Labors Lost.

Love I to You,
Love I to You,
I love You
More each day
More each day
Swearing to wait for you
Till my last breath
Until the Sun refuses to eliminate.

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