O' my flavoured gardens lost it's fragrances,
as lively oceans have no shores that settles,
Like the green trees that abundant it's roots,
and survived thousand centuries,
My dictionaries have always been blank,
and the books of history? nothing I own,
no promises I make, it's all fabrications,
I've never loved before, just created illusions ,
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It's you who taught me myself,
composed me languages,
and wrote me books,
though I thought that my heart never loves,
And my rainbows are of unusual colours, ,
I'm not the Sultan's sun,
nor a king with mighty powers
But my love have always been a might.
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And she asks me, are all men the same?
O'darling I never was if they were.
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Burning Papers-love poems
PoetryThese set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
