Sunday, January 23, 2022

49. My Heart

 Love is an infectious disease,

Which once inoculated and adapted,
Is tough to leave,
again,
Without it, its difficult to live.
You're my cup of tea,
My medicine when I'm sick,
My chocolate when I'm at a low ebb,
The sweetness of your care,
Is the reason for my happiness..
The boldness of your love,
Is the reason for my secureness..
The essence of your fragrance,
Is the reason for my elegance..
The bitterness of your hasty,
Is the reason for my calmness..
The beauty of your love,
Is the reason for my contentment...
All I can say is,
You're my cup of tea...

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