He kept searching for love, looking here and there,
Oblivious of the fact that her love she was willing to spare.
He didn't know how to proceed, how to go,
She was willing to be his support, but how would she show?
Every night he watched the stars,
She watched him, her only star from afar.
She was willing to fly in his love, but was trapped in her cocoon,
She was the sea waves in the night and him the moon.
And whenever he used to sit despondently under a tree,
Behind him, silently stood she.
She was a stranger to him and he was her  everything,
How often, she thought, people cut off their own wings.
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