the separation

I had a story of love
Having feelings like couple of dove
And then, enemy came named as religion

Remembering the moments when we kissed
And now, the phone calls are just missed
But we both can't bear this separation

We miss, the days and the love talks
Having hands in hands and endless walks
now, we're dying for just a communication

The every little thing we used to share
And the heart filled with your care
See now, we don't even know our location

What I have deep inside me is just your reflection
The love, the touch and never forgetting sensation

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