love is a virtue
natural
it just surfaces
from nothingness
love is music
love is magic
those who are in love are spiritual souls
you call them
how many can one count
like Romeo and Juliet
SONI Mahiwal
HEER Ranjha
or
Mirza Ghalib
very few are like romantic rivers
flowing down like a dream
Ah Niagara
so it seems
down FarEast
the TAJ
where are lovers like those
now found
all want one game to play around
they never think in any other way
gone are those ideal lovers days
man’s world of Love has changed today
Like Romantic love Rivers flow
all love today does just simply blow
Life is just a romantic dream
those who are in love now a days
only scream
as trickles down a lonely stream
love ebbsgradually
so it seems
of yore lovers
it’s a past forgotten
real dreamers
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