Love has always been a mystery to many. Love has many a times also been a misery. To me, this world has been so tiny,
Faulty people and lives of treachery.
The eye opens not by choice,
The eye opens neither by force.
There comes a hearing, there comes a voice,
And then the it rises and no more its close.
The hearing is you, the relief of pain.
No more its treachery, no more tiny.
A world so happy, and so much to gain.
Wider it is, wondrous and shiny.
For you my love, thy opened my eyes.
For you my love, thy been so kind and nice.
I open my heart, so no more I hate.
With your hands, do write write my fate.
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