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22 Lossage, vi

I suppose, i were a blind for the year,
may be the deaf i feel sometime-
so that i could make myself dumb
And the sense of nose i can use
Just to smell your best aroma,
Without the desire, you think as sin-
May be because i may be your sinner.
But blessing of god blessed me more-
Given with the best sense i do feel and object-
Arranging me with the wonderful karma,
Taking all the way i walk to safe.
And saving me from the sins i do bad.
The best i can think, best i meet with you.
That is the best of all i must like,
And the gift i got from my god of believe{religion}
For, nothing i have to scare or- need not have to-
build the sense of exception in your Karma.
Thousand and hours i will wait to say "i love you",
You are the best i could love with my-best.
Giving the love i sense of peace and happiness-
So never make me senseless of Mr. Love
And you are the gift i receive from the god i trust.



05:03:2016
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The perfection of human life is to live, Then should the live to be peace and happy of course the way of love should be plain And plain must be understood and studied well. Thousand fall in love but not with the destiny to run And lead the love to the ends of love in family, But ends with the lost of virginity and its taste organs. Millions dead were by love and countless of fights, So how could the love make human live peace? Should i go wrong to you, but i am right aye- By saying love is a highway to the hell we make: Love is a root to the fruit of egoism, greed and self, And a seed of the root of fighting, killing and bloods. Better than love one is the best- the best from bests. And my philosophy just on the compassion. The mercy of pain and joy for the brief- Of sure the way of millions of greatness had gone, Truly had been in love but understood the core meaning, Of love is to give the feeling of sympathy to the opposite, Pillar the way of courage in the oppos...
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Lovenet, S

By the wall clock, it is almost the point of next day to start With the raining weather here and i am still with your snap A pen and a book continuing with my ending lovenet Just waiting for the time to finish and wanted to prove on net Giving the latest critique for the online readers to read And making my heart more contented with the new feat After a long day on your vivid unrealism moments I could explore to the world of my new movements With the full of desires to be with you in your missing But I know you will not read this and it can’t be pleasing, After all these words are written for you from all angles From all chance it will act as a prove of my love to ye, my Angel      And that time will only be when I relief from the schooling      And for you when your parent gives a freedom on yer living      And from then world will never be late to decide our dwelling       ...
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