Its love that I live for
Its love for which I die
If anything on earth is worth standing for
Its my love for which I shall stand by
Love is the tenderness of a woman’s bosom
When enraged could raise a tempest
And flourishes like the spring’s blossom
Over the millennia had withstood many tests
Only love produces the courage
In men who fight the world
And maidens with pure hearts and souls
Who give their life without a word
Everything of this world is mortal
Except the love which is eternal
And I am proud to be a lover
For I have reason to live and die for
courtesy: 360.yahoo.com, blog of priya
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