I write only for you my Love
My words for you.....
I write down every interest of desire
What I found, what I lost, I write all
When there is no one else like you
Why then I write to someone else
How he forgot his pain and came back
As you call me, I write
I stopped writing sad poems
He had it, but that's Guevara, I write
The first thing to say was to understand the fall game
Go, you win, go, I lose, I write
I keep writing your words morning and evening
If I don't fill it, I will write again
Even sorrows are their own
I wish I could write only yours
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ishfaq hussain
Poetry is a type of literature based on the interplay of words and rhythm. In poetry, words are strung together to form sounds, images, and ideas that might be too complex or abstract to describe directly.
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