The innocuous smile
that beams on your countenance
when your eyes behold
the sense of my presence
Maybe you’re blinded
by some distant fragrance of my love
And the elation of a five-year-old curiosity
that you display in your eyes
makes me swirl in your soul
over and over again
and as I pirouette to glory
you hold me with your assiduous touch
tell me now how will I now survive?
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awesome shantanu! I just love this! Very fine words! ❤
Thanks so much, Carol for reading so beautifully ❤️
Very lovley words, starting to LOVE your poems!👍💕
Thanks so much for such lovely adulations ❤️❤️
My pleasure, and a very happy Tuesday to you.
Tank you. I hope you are feeling happy and dandy ❤️
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Very nice …loved it👍❤🌻
Beautifully penned.
long lost loves that still hold a candle for each other……..they can still pull the heart strings. 🙂
You read it so beautifully 🌸😊
Thanks so much my friend
Thanks so much brother. 🌸🌸
You are welcome.
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Tell me… What made you write this?
Haha. The word I found it beautiful
I 🙄don’t believe u Sha
🙂 awww…………bless you Shantanu.
See now you have a trust issue 😆
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‘Pirouette to glory ‘ – there should be no other way!
True my friend. Thanks so much for reading 🌸🌸
Lovely
Thanks so much, Swati ❤️
awww we never survive in love. Loved the way you have ended with a rhetorical question.
Thank you so much my dear friend for reading so beautifully
My pleasure
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