This is a new type of love,
On which poets haven't lavished
This is how I love her
There is nothing intense in us
Still, she doesn't leave me
As I don't leave her
Thus we love in margins
Without the vigour of emotional gravity
Still, in the margin we are magnetised
Thus we live
Putting our love in margin
Bereft of its burden and anguish
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