Till to be loved.

To love the dearest
Is an utmost pleasure.
To be loved in turn
Is still more a pleasure.
I strive for it to the last.
I shall give her my best,
Till she be my conquest.

I won’t fail her.
She can’t foil
The apple cart.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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