The Sweetness Of Love Poem by Abraham John Jaggernauth
The Sweetness Of Love
The sweetest air I've tasted of Dear, like lily flowers, your presence is near.
Precious scents that press intense, makes the way for present tense.
The time a' now and not till then, your presence is present and never end.
We meet again and this time when, dreams collide and reality stand.
The sweetest air I've tasted my Dear; No More, No Dream, Just Now- Till Then.
The End.
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