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6d
My heart saw your
Pupil blooming for me.
While,
                    I always blushed,
                    Without your knowledge.            
                    Yet! My eyes always look down
                    With a fear that I might
                    Fall in love with you.

I felt your dead cells
Reviving with my touch.
While,
          I feel safe holding you
          Amidst those dangerous people.
          But, yet! I fear that I might
          Not be able to learn to
          Stay fearless without you.

Your lips which stammer,
To even ask out for tea.
While,    
           I wait with all my hope for your call.
           Yet! I fear that I might get used
           To be with you.

The ears which turned red
With tension, when I sit beside.
While,
            My ears yearn for you
            To initiate our talk.
            Yet! fears that you might end up with
             Something about your love for me.

Your gestures involved more,
Than your words ever did,
Due to your fear for me.
While,
            I wish I could understand
            Each mode of your conversation.
            Yet! I fear that one day,
            I might discover that
            You've always loved me.

The walk rate
Which accelerates towards me
But desperately decelerates away from me.
While,
          I'm waiting for the day,
          The day when we can walk
          Along eachother.
          Yet! I fear to walk; thinking
          That I might get lost in your
          Path of love.

Your observations,
Which goes through the
Minute details of my actions.
While,
            I fear that you might
            Completely understand me someday.
            Yet! I reject, even if I don't wanna.

Your brains which saved
A huge space to save
Our smallest of talks.
While,
           I fear for you,
           That you might not be able to
           Move on from our memories,
           When day comes for me to leave you.

The lineance, which you never took,
Even, when there provided a room for it.
While,
           I fear that you might
           Lose in my test.
           Yet I know! that you won't.

The way you yearn
Each and every second
To show your love and care for me.
While,
          I fear that I might not be able to
          Return my love for you,
          Express my love for you,
          As I know that,
          This won't be ending in the way,
          That we always wished to be.
Written by
Prem  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
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