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A Beautiful Lie

I know how much she loves Singing country songs During long drives. Joining in the chorus With a euphonious voice And innocent eyes. I know she loves the freedom.
I know how much she loves To take burden Of all responsibilities. Facing every problem With determined eyes And solving them with ease. I know she loves these opportunities.
I know how much she loves The change in nature During the rains. Enjoying the downpour With her misty eyes Near a drenched windowpane. I know she loves the transformation.
I know how much she loves To help others In perilous occasions. Aiding the needy With selfless eyes And ruling out the complications. I know she loves the dedication.
I know how much she loves Having coffee at midnight On her terrace. Feeling the breeze With closed eyes And a delightful face. I know she loves the calmness.
I know how much she loves Staring at the stars Of the night sky. Alone, awake With gleaming eyes And a serene sigh. I know she loves the solitude.
Maybe she wasn't lucky enough! Freedom, she was denied Opportunities, she couldn't get Transformation, she wasn't allowed Dedication, she couldn't earn Calmness, she couldn't keep Only solitude accompanied her. That's why she loves these things.
Love is what we make of it. As for her, it was The culmination of these things. Her eyes told me this. Sadly, this one doesn't have A happy ending. Life is a harsh truth And love is a beautiful lie.

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