It fell on my heart, not with my hand, when that lover’s attitude fell, the apocalypse had already come.πΈπΈ
I cried in your dimple, have mercy, my dear, I am drowning in your love, my dear, how close is heaven my beloved,πΈπΈ
It turns out that the paradise I was waiting for in the sky was in the heart of my beautiful angel.πΈπΈπΈ
The temple of my soul is the holiday of being together, the only soul whose bed fell apart in that lover’s smile.πΈπΈπΈπΈπΈ

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Aum Shanti