Anita Sharma
Romance Classics
You are my soul,
My strength,
My life's goal
You're the beat
Of my heart
My whole world
From the start
Am complete
With love you bring
O! My love
You are my everything.
My Love
Dear Fear
Anatomy Of He...
My Mother Div...
High Feminism
A Poor Boy
My Better Hal...
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.! For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.!
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
Please don’t panic our love is immortal. Please don’t panic our love is immortal.
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
Do they have pretty endings? Do they have pretty endings?
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twenties but still, She l... Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twent...
You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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