In
the realm of love
there
exist imagination
borne
out of desire
with
exception of satisfaction
during
its mutual conception
In
the realm of love
perfection
is at its peak
with
no thoughts of trials
as
the mind jiggles with joy
making
a spontaneous experience
In
the realm of love
enemies
become admirers
wishing
to be same
like
those they envy
with
no hateful intentions
In
the realm of love
the
sun shines in harmony
with
moons' light at night
beckoning
signs of fulfillment
as
happiness fills the atmosphere
In
the realm of love
everything
is timeless
inhabitants
are immortal
angels
dwell amongst men
as
the heavens welcome all
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