Posted by: Stiffler January 5, 2011
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What’s love?
Thinking, you are my wife.
Pointy dot, line in the forehead has my name on it
Soft lotus like lips must be medicine.
Love’s string became garland, life’s a flower
9 million stars all over the sky, moon is the only cool one
What’s love?
Thinking, you are my bride.
Last edited: 05-Jan-11 03:25 PM
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