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Love is a feeling, so pure, so intense that mystifies soul,
The entire cosmos seems like a fantasy world and lovable,
It is heartwarming and heartfelt to the living and existence,
It pacifies and liberates emotions from the people within.
Needs no age or gender to love or to portray his or her feelings,
Sees no caste, gender or creed to follow traditions of past,
The hearts should connect and beat with simultaneous thump,
Love is that feeling with needs no body, but souls to meet above.
From start till end, the cord is pristine with blooming flowers,
Every lyrical melody seems like a love song when played on loop,
It is pleasant when sunset is watched with soulmate on shoulder,
Even pillow fights cannot stop the bubbling love between lovers.
From dawn to dusk, the phone calls ring with escalating love,
It is the world decorated with peace and unity in the terrains,
Where stars sparkle to showcase the connecting hearts,
And possess dewdrops of passion on the leaflets of blooming love.
Love is a blossoming emotion between children and parents,
Love is a caring nature between two grey haired people,
Love is the treaty when two countries sign to drop war,
Love is the trend of entire mass with country at its epitome.
Love is anything and everything which bonds people together,
Love is the purest feeling which cannot be sold or bought in traces.

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