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Love is illusion as real as the sun. Warmth it baths you in, with hope lighting your way. Finally sun sets below the horizon, Breaking illusion into pieces of dismay. Love is a song as enchanting as drum. Loudly it echoes its passion forever and more. Melody tired in repeat, same themes numb. Drumsticks are left to tell stories with snore. Food spoil, and steels rust. Bubbles of love may just end with bust.
Floating with memory, you with me, Singing a song under elder tree. Winter passed, summer gone, you still there, Visible just to my memory.
Let me tell you the thought I have long had, To be together, dear love, just you and I. Don’t worry even if others think it is bad. Forever I have love you, don’t ask me why. Enjoyed the time we sat close, head to head, You sleeping, I pretended reading a page. Together, sofa is better than bed. I had forgotten what was hate and rage. We will just be together, dance and sing. You just take care of living, I the pay. All treasures World has produced I shall bring. Let’s be together, until the very last day, Till both of us have taken our last breath. Let’s never be apart, from life to death.