 | My heart feels torn when I see her with another,
It feels shattered when she does not even bother looking at me…
Each day I think about her, once, twice or more than thrice,
When I don’t see her at all id be sad, and worried,
But when I see her, I feel happy,
And it feels like I fulfilled my day’s purpose…
When I hold her my heart feels warm,
And I feel nice, like a part of me is complete…
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
That found its missing piece…
Only sometimes, does she look at me,
Her eyes I cannot read,
And it is such a mystery,
A mixture of amusement and so many other things…
Whenever I talk or just plainly,
Try to get her attention...
She looks away as if avoiding me...
And when I hold her, she’s usually startled...
But I clearly remember the day she leaned back to me...
Though it was history...
She sometimes laughs and smiles when I talk or joke around,
But I am not sure...
If it was with me or at me...
All I know for sure is that,
I love her like no other...
And her happiness is all that matters... |  |
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