In love at its purest form, the body is not seen
The face is seen to recognise the individual
But otherwise even that didn't matter
Only matters is the presence of the person
One that evokes the sweetest pain
It even comes along with memory or thought
Involving that one closest to heart
One pines the presence to deepen the memory
To variegate the experience, still not needing even touch
This purest love, hope all have loved
And moved on too to leave it unblemished
Only to love and cherish, as fragrant memory
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