PURE
She was gifted
gifted- now she’s the odd
she lived- a world of her own
but for them- she was fun
the purest form of beauty she had
but all alone she was sad
yet to discover; the gifted talent
she wondered why she’s odd
her gift was the purest love
even the beasts bow
she tame even the uneven one
with a single drop of love
her smile melted hate away,
her touch burned the fangs,
for her love, did the miracle;
it opened his heart – bang !
like a petal of a flower may fall
love can make the magic for all
when all the petals of hate are gone
another heart of pure may born
-Sashu
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