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Oct 2019
She looks at me enchanting with her eyes,
Oblivious to how she stirs my heart.
The passion she creates is her surprise
As is the sorrow felt when she departs.

She laughs and I long to be by her side,
Each story makes me blush with puppy love,
Is she aware of how I feel inside?
She occupies each thought I’m thinking of.

To hear her voice transports to fantasy,
Where love could never be as real as this.
Without her love I can’t live happily,
When she’s away I dream about her kiss.

What I mean to her there’s no need to speak,
While I feel that together we’re unique.
Written by
LostInFire  16/F/India
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