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Articles: Poetry | Love of a Stranger
- Mr. Srinivas Yadavaram
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Whose gift is this you cannot know,
My heart is in your keeping though.
You will not mind my writing here,
To tell you that I love you so.
I know that you must think it queer,
For to love and not come near.
But linger by some frozen lake,
This most romantic time of the year.
I sometimes give my head a shake,
And ask if there is some mistake.
Its lovely out here amid the sweep,
Of bitter wind and Icy Flake.
My love for you is dark and deep,
And its a promise i will keep.
As from Afar, I watch and weep.
As from Afar, I watch and weep.
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