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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

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They say its the season of love,
Its time you hold hands, put on a music and dance lovingly.
Yet here is me who craves for him, his presence a bliss of soltitude.
This is just a craving for he lives someway up hill.
Up in the clouds, as he waves his hands,
I shiver for his every glance endlessly.
We've never seen each other, albeit the diminutive picture.
As I see the others hold hands and walk,
A tear escapes my covetous eyes,
Longing too for his touch.
I've never seen how he looks like, nor do I know how he feels.
Its the voices that we've heard altogether,
Keeping us alive.
This pain seems unbearable and yet again I cried,
I complained to him as his lips curved,
To a smile almost discreet.
He said in the placate vent," Oh my sweet sugar syrup, I know how much you long,
This distance is a mere stance that keeps us both apart,
But soon when God will shove it off,
To let me dive in your eyes,
And as long as I have my breathe,
I'll cherish our moments alive.
You need not burn in jealousy,
For this is just a matter of time,
Even if we don't know how we feel,
Our souls talk from miles particularly,
Each day it caresses your hair and smiles as I see you sleep peacefully."

My lips part and curve into a smile, as my soul mingled with his for an eternity.

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𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆…For the one you love...