True Love
Her voice in the night
drags me from my dreams.
But it is not her voice:
she has gone back home
leaving Clare and I alone.
Our sleeping rhythms have changed
and we wake each other up
when we unexpectedly touch
or startle at the voices in our dreams.
True love is so much more
than an exchange of rings
or a holding of hands,
especially when our lives
are no longer ruled by hormones,
and they’re taken over
by rebellious glands.
Love is in own nature is d rebellious,dear roger.
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There are so many definitions. Sometimes it is the absence of the loved one that triggers our sorrow.
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U r absolutely right,dear roger.
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U r absolutely right,dear roger bt dt sorrow is d main reason of our verses.
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Happiness too, sometimes … though sorrow seems to drive us into ourselves.
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Yeah dear roger!!
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Hey dear roger!!have u checked my post written for u?plz reply.
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Not yet … I have been out all afternoon at a writers’ meeting. Just got in. Later, Aruna … promise!
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