Blinding to see, so I can only feel the warmth of your eyes that touches my skin,
You smile the brightest of any celestials, capable of casting shadows on everything, capable of winning every spin.
Your love's so pure like golden lines of silk that weaves the life to the frame called my soul,
You are a child to my thoughts, and I wonder would I be considered a mother if thoughts are what makes human a whole?
You are the sun of my life, and my world is colorless without your shine,
So dear my sunshine, for my heart that holds you close, you are certainly its lifeline.-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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TO THE MANY I LOVE [love poems]
PuisiLove is a ray, and what we hold are the scattered portions of it.