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When Love Speaks


Love purifies, lust maligns and I love you
Since my love doesn't haunt you,
Since my love comforts you...
Even you know that my love for you is true.. Don't you?

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  1. nicely questioned...there are times when you know that 'something ' is best for you but at the same time there is another 'something' which pulls you back!

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  2. a question of lifetime...awesome man..

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  3. Gud one!! 'Love purifies'..It really is true.

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  4. why d doubt???why d question???but its true....Q wud b asked wenever the love speaks
    whether its insecurity??fear??...wud nvr knw

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  5. no matter how much you love one another ... the simple fact of "love" relationship is that none can speak or show the whole truth of their feelings.. some things always remain unsaid ... some feelings unfelt ... hence the security n fear ... Roses cant survive without thorns and vice - versa

    Wishes
    Ritz,,

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  6. very sweet..sometimes we just need assurance that the other person knows and values our love...

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  7. "Love purifies, lust maligns and I love you"...the impact lies in the simplicity of the affirmation. Lovely.
    But why does uncertainity creep in at the end?

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  8. @Khushi Have faith in your Love and you'll get rid of all uncertainity and fear.

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  9. Nice! I like the question because I think in passionate love the element of lust is there too. We know it's not the basis of our love but which do we share most with our love? The comfort or the lustful passion? The haunting is when lust is prioritized over the pure comfort.

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  10. There are times when love too needs voice to assure the other person.

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  11. yes ,love held a light through all this distance ,to guide me

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