Love has many forms
That always keeps us warm
Mother’s memory always reminds us
Always love them and trust
Father stands supreme
Our eyes search them
They are always above everything
We love them for all the things
Love has its own dimension
With so much of addition
Child gets more attention
As mark of parent’s relation
Youth has colorful feeling
Some of them are killing
As failure makes them frustrated
They are called ill fated
Love has its own effect
When we formally act
It is devoid of all bad intention
When it is aimed at highest retention
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