The Mirth of Love....

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

No mercy shall be sought,
No pity desired,
The two would meld,
Blend like river and the sea,
When fire would rule,
The arch of amour,
And the flames of passion,
Enlighten,
The mirth of Love....



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