I was born in love,
with a tear in my mother’s eye,
and a smile on my father’s face —
like a fresh rose blossomed
to see the beauty of the world.
I am living in love,
with my friends who showed me
the way life truly is,
and with my darling who taught me
the meaning of living —
like a rose plucked
to be the reason for a pure smile on her lips.
I wish to die in love,
with people around me
who know not what hypocrisy is,
and with my hand
in the hands of my sweetheart —
like a rose left
on the tomb of pure love.
After all,
a life with love may have thorns,
but a life without love
will have no roses.
Because —
Love is the meaning of Life.
[Written by Arif Thanedar Mohammed]
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