Talking to each other,
Meeting with each other,
Or even more than that.
The aroma of love exists,
Even in silence, in physical absence,
Its a spiritual attachment remains intact,
Even in physical detachment.
Because love means,
Someone is there, who is mine,
And she thinks I am hers
She vibrates in me eternally,
And feels my presence in her soul all the time.
Someone owns me and I own her,
Love is all about,
Dwelling in one's thought,
Settling in one's dream.
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