No Lines
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Love is endless
You find it on face
In heart
In the form of an art
It has no lines
No circles
Only limitless sky
So end up with try
Love has always charmed
But not harmed
Taken to another world
But we were not told
You may have different perception
But at the heart, it is pure relation
No one questions or raises eye brows
But naturally bows
Give another thought
And feel right
It is there for asking
But needs fresh approach with sure tasking
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