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I never wanted to love you,
love happened quite by chance.
I just wanted to be your friend,
not to indulge in a new romance.

But..then. something happened suddenly,
and before my heart and soul could know,
I came to know an amazing side of you
that caused my love to grow.

Now the tender way you touch me
I pray will never end.
You are my rock-star
my lover and my friend.

It's impossible to take my steps back
affection has become deep
I don't  expect you to be mine
but at-least I can have you in sleep.

You and I will go
Inescapable is the pain of separation
let's see what's there in destiny
And how strong is the connection.
I held your hands
in mine as
we
b       r      o      k      e
my
heart
together
When that smile lights up your day
You break a little inside
You know the words you want to say
But instead you bury them and hide

The soothing of their voice in ear
Puts your hairs on end
You build your voice for them to hear
But silence is all you send

You'd do anything for your love
Across the universe you'd endeavor
Eyes that glitter like the stars above
Sign your heart forever
Oh sweet, sweet thing
How are you so perfect?
But oh my dear
How are you so blind?
Don't you see all the hearts
Resting in the palms of your hands

Oh sweet, sweet thing
How do you not know?
And oh my dear
How can you be so oblivious?
To the simple facts around you
That I am slowly falling for you.

Oh sweet, dumb thing
Why don't you get it?
I know all of your secrets
I see all of the hearts
I know where you have confessed
Your love to lie in the hands of another

Oh dumb, stupid thing
Why have you not changed?
You do no good with my heart
You hold it so carefully
But only in one hand
And although it feels comfortable
It's odd to know that a wing span away
Sits another heart in another hand
And someone with another hope

My dear, sweet thing
Can't you see?
You have chosen to pick the
The wildflower in all her
Undone glory
To care for but you have
Forgotten your vase is full of roses

And flowers die without a place to be held.
First poem on here.

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