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Life is a song

 Life is a song, 

Feelings are lyrics, 

Emotions are music, 

You are the flower

I am the nectar

And our love is the fragrance

The aroma of our love softly blossoms 

And blooms gently all over

Bringing the joyus moments in our life

Let us fly together in the blue skies

Let us glide and flight in each other's eyes

And play the playful plays

Now your breath and my breath are one

All our words are one

All our Desires are one,

All our Goals are one

From your beauty and your love, 

You've brought the joyus joy my love.

This happiness

This fortune comes from you.

Life is a song, 

Feelings are lyrics, 

Emotions are music, 

You are the flower

I am the nectar 

And our love is the fragrance

The aroma of our love softly blossoms 

And blooms gently all over

-Jairam Kshirasagar

Diwali Gift for Her

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