The Magic of Love

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Sep 10, 2025
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By Saranya Kehra

She danced in the sun,

he called her hun.

Time moved on,

his love grew obsessive.

She walked closer,

his gaze grew possessive.

But she was never his,

never meant to be.

For love is a wild creature,

and those who love

are often left defenseless.

By Saranya Kehra

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