Can take you next to her,
Close, closer and closest.
You can still feel her soft,
Voice, skin or the organs.
Just forget all of her vices,
She doesn't remain impure.
The trinket in her ankle,
It makes a sweet sound.
She teases you and runs,
You'll run after her soon.
But open your eyes now,
And you'll find her gone.
She was never here dude,
You still are in the swoon.
My HP Poem #1116
©Atul Kaushal