💕His my love Beauty beyond words❤❤

 💕His my love

 Beauty beyond words❤❤

 ✍️Savita Suryakanta Tukaram Lotte

 He and I are beads of the same rosary.  Although there are reasons why I like him connected with different sentiments, if I say "he of positive thinking", I like him "merely because of the recognition of beauty".

 She knows us beyond our relationship.  He never did anything

 The one who doesn't reply but asserts the right and I constantly communicate with him without showing the right.

 Different paths in different relationships.  However, it is ours that is preserved and cherished.  My love for him unfolded... blossomed..... scented in a strange twist.... in both of our hearts.

 My love is his

 Mogra is like a flowering tree

 Like the bright color of sunlight

 Like a gentle shower in the rain

 Ever wonder why you fell in love with him?  So do you ever wonder if there is love at all?  No free chat.  No open minded communication.  But there is love.  Without communication between him and me.  There should be dialogue but to me its dialogue is less with words and more with eyes.  With my words...!  But really with my dialogue words.

 Our granddaughter is different.  On a different path.  Words seemed to say a lot, but it was only because of his nature that words were the medium to express his feelings.  I speak with words, write, read, express feelings, and it's just this, yes, no, and holding hands and staring.  As the play of color continues towards that sunlight.  'Beauty loot is going on.'  Why does he talk so much...!

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 Don't you know when you are looking at Nayanat?  Sometimes hold hands and just talk!!! That's all.  Because love is not always in movies.  It has always been the center of attraction.  But love that is shown in a certain style in love movies does not exist.  His opinion is only in the role of looking at the girl with smiling eyes and talking why are girls like that !!  Just by wearing strange clothes, love is expressed.  When the flamboyant role of beauty is created, complete love.  Love is expressed when the language of touch is understood.

 Sometimes love really understands that "matlab ki duniya sari.," give water, let go of your hands slowly, let's go... if you are hungry, eat something.  That's how much he cares.  That's how it divides my time.

 A sense of loneliness comes for a moment, the odorless feeling comes in a moment

 No more loneliness

 Yours right now with Hawi

 But his love is like that from the beginning.  Looking at him, you think you are in love.  He does not understand poetry.  He doesn't understand rhyme.  Charoli is not understood.  He does not understand articles. He can never speak in a smooth manner.  Arsic in all things.  Although he does not know the language of the particular thing, he is mine.

 Like my words, he does not get rid of him...doesn't fit in with him.  His relationship with me is beyond language.  Poetry is good, but language cannot tell exactly what it is.  Still, love never fails.  It grows more and more.

 At that time there is a lot of anger.  Smiling eyes say everything.  Language is not understood but emotions are understood.  It looks very beautiful holding hands.  That's it!

 You are like a poem... You are beautiful like Charoli.  your love for me  Give a sweet smile on your cheek...!

Chal aaj kakhi koffee pete hai na lajnar to dachakeli I will talk a lot laugh a lot fight a lot get angry know you want it all but Time management karna hai job bhi my queen.

 I was speechless.  Words leave me speechless.  Just talking, smiling, looking, holding hands.  Conceal watery eyes.  How wonderful is the sunshine.  I am yes, yes, no, yes, these are my words..!  His rangoli of words is colorful, something that even I don't understand...!

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 Words are perceived and spoken without knowing.  My love is yours.  Beyond beauty and this is the attraction that keeps me close to you.

 Your watery eyes are only feelings on your face without make-up ❤ The movement of your lips is just to talk to me.... You don't even stand close to anyone, but you let me take you hand in hand forever.  Only me who doesn't mean my words.  Today you are not looking very beautiful sorry.... I did not make you angry!!  But dreams will come true for your love.

       I smiled shyly and slowly tied the words, sometimes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or today or the day after tomorrow or today now again my words - to tie a different silk bond in his relationship.  But when the time comes with those smiling eyes...!!

 ..... in case there is no question.

 Love blossoms witnessing the gentle words on his lips.  At night, the fragrance blooms in the mind.  It feels like this is the moment when the dreams of moon stars come true.  I don't know when my hand goes in his hand but he keeps talking.  Leaving behind all the bonds of my relationship with him.

 His words are accompanied by the beauty of words in broken words, with a big smile that will bring tears to the eyes.

 My voided eyes seek the love within me in his love.  My existence in His truth, my reality, my place, my role beyond reality and my life in His colorful colors, in His witness to the imagination in words.

Even if the moon is not a star, 

it should be

That dream of yours with you

My love for you...!

 As his my love blossoms in his time The scented peal's alarm in his hair Says, 'O bhi din ayega, that night will come.... Such an alarm will bring Malat near... In my dreams.

 The mine of beauty scoffed at my words.  Language will tell your words in poetry.  The blush on my cheeks was getting darker with shame, along with mine.  But that time would not have come because his - my love beyond that.  Holding hands and talking.  Without eye contact and I am also in the same role with the words yes, no, now, say, see, see and his word is ....

 "Now it's time to go....", where, then home ..!!!Smiling.

 Say goodbye to tomorrow with a smile

 To the horizon for beauty

 The one who speaks the language of limits by taking poetry

 His-- my speechless

 Unbreakable love.....!

 As each money is interwoven in the thread, so our feelings of love were interwoven.  Smiling and playing.❤💕❤💕!!!

 ✍️©️®️Savita Suryakanta Tukaram Lote

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