A Chuisle mo chroiA Poem by Pankaj Lohia
As the days turn into nights
I lay my head in despair hoping against hope I wonder where have you gone as my heart cries for you my eyes seek your beauty so sublime was the time when our pulse ran together our hand held each other my love, my darling the pulse of my heart ! with each passing moment I can only hope to see you again to hear you whisper softly to feel the touch of your lips I trust our love is true my love, my sweetheart the pulse of my heart ! © 2013 Pankaj LohiaReviews
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