a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
I am a treacherous lover,I love Him when pushed to the wall,How many a time I hurt him,If only I could feel that all.In my sorrow he is always near,In my joy I leave him behind,Such love is so difficult to find,That to my treachery is blind.
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