My Pure Love
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He was like rock
Not easy to knock
But very easy
To make uneasy
I sent a flower
To offer
My pure love
Which he acknowledged
I couldn’t spell
So decided to tell
On piece of paper
To remind about river
I was flowing with no course
Just with an aim of no remorse
You were just in mind screen
Such was lovely scene
It became lot more easier
As he was not liar
But a promising star
I rushed to seem very far
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