Meters of my destiny

Member since 2005 · Posted 3 May 2005 · Edited 15 May 2005 · 1 comment

Love, O my love, my kisses are not the repetitions. They are, the pristine brooks of my soul. With every kiss, I go beyond myself, and endeavor to proceed further from where I was yesterday. How vast has my boundaries become? Though there are no boundaries in this struggle to the death. Love, O my love, listen to me. What I am going to tell you is unassailable. There is nothing for me beyond your lips. Your lips are the meters of my destiny. Meters of my destiny. Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya.

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