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Pangs Of Love

How does it feel, how can I tell
in my heart, it seems,
there rings a bell
Unfaltered, moving, palling along,
my thoughts wander,
I sing a song

It seems funny, I feel I am lost,
I find myself in a holocaust

My emotions swing, my heart does burn,
towards where, I know not, my life does turn
My heart, I muse, for whom does it crave
I stand baffled, like an innocent knave,
who knows he has lost, but can't accept defeat,
who can praise her beauty, but her eyes cannot meet

I must gather courage, and break this shell,
To her I must confess, all I must tell,
With no thought of if I'll win or lose
If my love is true, she would me surely choose.

poem by Vishnu Sampoorn
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