Is Love Lie?

My love is pure so believe
I knows she is made of truth,
The one who draws fake darling
Should be addressed unreal male.

I found dear like no one have
Prettier she received everything lasts,
Loves her from the deep of my death
I do not guess true love lie.

Although I don't knows her thought
Am I finer for her or not,
They says that love is alley blind
But I do with heart and my mind.

I pray to almighty to make knows my darling
Alive or dead me I loves though,
Body disappears but soul are free
I do not guess true love lie.
                                        —Shantanu Singh

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