Love Is No Commodity

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Love is fragrance It is smelt It needs no chance It is felt I was in search But could not reach As it was within reach But differed with each I tried to convince Not through words at once But many times with no spoken words They were turned towards I had no regret But otherwise felt Form deep corner That it will come back sooner It made me to weep But I was firm to keep That single memory With no more sorry It was only treasure That I could measure “Love is no commodity” It is gift from almighty How can I disregard? How can I feel substandard? It was one of the most precious Love has made many characters famous

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