Aakansha Kalbhor
Romance
Love is the feeling of passion coming out from within you,
It's breaking your borders and walls and giving yourself to them,
Making you feel and like the things around you,
Love is the feeling of you loving yourself.
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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?
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight? Can I touch my Lord’s feet, with highest flight?
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
You may come and go, There are no charges, You may come and go, There are no charges,
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Losing me in the depth of your heart I understand the tension you feel, Losing me in the depth of your heart I understand the tension you feel,
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
Wish you were there dear!... Wish you were there dear!...
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
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