Ideal Offering Of Love

You,
Who defines my every breath,
Know that,
More than your gift of uprightness, politeness and modesty,
I seek your belief and an undying faith in me,
Would you bestow me with that?
For that, my beloved, 
Shall be your ideal offering of love to me.....

(c) S.S


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