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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