"Poetry is like lottery, it can get you high or make you cry but to leave an impression, it will always try." - Cassie Crawford.

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Tall, Radiant, Fair; He was the man of my dreams,

I knew it the moment I met his starry eyes,

My heart pondered, is this how fondness feels?

My soul wondered, is this what proclivity is?

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Author's Note :

For the first time, I am astonished by the words I penned, rhymed and crafted into this poem. I just hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I did, writing it.

Q/A

Q. Do you believe that eyes play a huge part in falling in love?

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