Love Matters

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Many nights we spent together Those were sweet days with laughter We used to burst with loud voice Really funny days with lots of promises Yes, it was resolve with firmness The words that were assuring smile on face It was dream for future to be one Not to be disturbed by any one You can call it call as spring’s advent Happiness all over with nice moment Nothing to worry or fear from people The days were over for any kind of struggle But was it night mare to prove? I am in sultry place to feel it true She is no more in my dreamland She has turned formidable foe from trusted friend I fear midnight knock Tears have run out of stock I have no words to express The gloom has occupied place on face How shall I describe on page? What has gone wrong with age? I was all set to win her over Why have I lost suddenly the cover? I shall not regret her decision That might have taken with true precision Love matters less then the compelling situation It must have no pain with number of questions

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