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THE SACRIFICE;

Poetry By: shravani
Poetry



IT TOTALLY MY DEFINITION OF TRUE LOVE.....


Submitted:Jul 24, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 10    Likes: 0   


i was sitting in the church with nobody around me,

and i heard a sweet voice

it asked me whom i hate

i said all the things which consider my love to be fake

the vioce then asked me to close my eyes

i relaxed my brows with hands on my thighs....

i then felt the tingling church bell rings

and felt the warmth of candle which blinks

and then i opened my small eyes

once n for all to realize

i am in love with them,they are in love with me......

so does he loves is the reason to be

so what if he dosent have time

but that dosent mean no more love resides

the voice then turned down for a chance

all i could see was a candle shadow dance...

but now i know the secret of love besides

may be its in sacrifice......





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