Like water, Love leaves its mark.
Its crumpled indelible sheen
Warms to the touch.
The hand of memory brushes
Ensorcelled pages of its worn book,
Savoring what is locked inside.
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How sad and beautiful! Once touched by love never get immune to it...
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