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I LAUGH AT THE NIGHT
Tempestuous night
Howling winds
Like restlessness of nature
Finding it unable
To control itself.
Dawn is still dark and black
No birds chirping
No fresh breeze
Strange silence
All around
As the day waits to begin...
It is like a scene
From a Shakespearean tragedy.
But I am no longer bothered
About what may or may not happen
For in my whole being light shines
The light of her love
Which God has blessed her with in plenty.
I am fearless and strong
Like I have seldom been before.
And I owe it to the loving woman
Who never even once ignored me
Never even once taunted me
From the moment I said that I loved her...
She is one of a kind
A breed apart from the rest of her ilk
Aye she is the most special woman
And I feel I am the luckiest man alive
Because she loves me and dotes on me
Cares about me and never offends me
Even once...
She is my beloved
And I laugh at the ways of the night
Because it has failed
To make me feel lonely
And all this is because
Of the most special woman
The woman whom I love
And love to venerate
Because she loves me
Like no one else does...
