Your poems are the cool ocean draft,
Those control the temperature of my tormented
coast,
Lure me to rest in peace and contentment.
Your poems are like rains in the mid-summer,
Those drench my love-dry atmosphere,
And I grow rich with the harvest of pleasure.
Each time you wish to render me an
expression,
You shower your emotions though the words
of a poem,
And I love to read your heart through your
composition.
You too wait anxiously for my reactions,
That I scribble in my poems for your
gratifications,
Thus, our chain of exchange of emotions
goes on and on and on.
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