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Tender Love

Whispered word, tender touch,

Love that blooms, oh, so much.

Gentle gaze, soft embrace,

Love that finds its rightful place.

Spark ignites, gentle sigh,

As passion soars towards the sky.

Love so sweet, tender art,

Two souls twist around, perfect start.

With every breath, love grows so deep,

Feeling rare, love to keep.

Whispered vow, gentle plea,

Romance wild, for you and me.

Your smile, a love that will ignite,

Passion burning ever bright.

Love that starts in moments light,

Connection, warm and ever right.

With every breath, love grows so deep,

Feeling rare, love to keep going on and on.

- Jairam Kshirasagar 

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