by Dr Amanullah Ashru
I like to make you eternity in my poem. Has time any source? You are, if any, in my life. You never stop. You go on, go on, Then I realise that I am alive. Dear, I like to live, To write poems, To make you alive. In eternity You live In my poems. You never end. Does love end? You are eternity, In which I live. My poems speak of you, Time to come.
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