My mind filled with empty space,
If your name is the echo there,
There is nothing I need more,
If life needs a reason, I have found what it takes...
The poets lied about beauty of the rose,
May be not they didn’t see you coming,
If literature needed a metaphor,
I would find you in those thousand books….
May be my life seems astray,
Every smile of yours bring in life a new ray,
I don’t need credence to know love,
What is love if it doesn’t involve you...
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