I sit at my window in trance these days, gazing at those same stars that adorned the sky the night you stood in front of me on that jetty
Potent magic in the air and that winter breeze which fanned this slow fire inside of me into a blaze
Funny when you say that your lips are the things you like the least about yourself.
To me, they are your most gorgeous feature
My words are
scattered and so are my thoughts
Thoughts of you which are like a mesmeric incantatory melody
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