Poetry 6

I do not get wet in rains to hide my tears,
But cos you showed me the pleasure of getting wet.

I do not listen music to hide my sorrows,
But cos you made me feel each tune.

I do not love colors to make my dreams colorful,
But cos you added new shades to my life.

I do not love the breeze to feel its chillness,
But cos I can smell you and your breath in it.

I do not love you to see heaven,
But cos you showed there is a world above the mighty heaven.

I do not pray to worship my lord,
But cos you showed me the lord exists in your love.

I do not live to love you,
But cos want to die to live for your love…

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