I wonder how heart touching it must felt,
to be genuinely loved by someone.
Someone who undoubtedly gives you lasting happiness,
Someone to depend on.
I wonder how it must felt,
To be held dearly by someone,
In their protecting and warm arms.
Or the gentle smile that automatically lay on your lips,
Just by thinking about them,
without any evident regrets and guilt.
I wonder how it must felt when your eyes meet and you can't help but think how,
Beautiful they by heart are.
When your eager hand craves to just hold that someone and never let go.
- Neha