Is love an art?How do I know?
My teachers were never that smart.
No luck that I borrow from God,
For me,
Love is always a work load.
Then what is the love key?
It's the way you do it to me.
Not so rich to build second TAJ,
Cann't sing, not having that AAWAZ.
Not flamebouant,
not even eye-catching.
Not silent,
not even vocal.
Oh dear-o-dear,
Love for me is reciprocal!
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