The beauty of her eyes always drowned me more into her,
With the passage of time the bond we developed seemed to be hidden and stronger.

Our sneaky eyes when used to met,
Then even the clouds used to get emotional & wet.

Little we bothered about any messy pest,
As we were two birds in our own built love nest.

Getting close each passing day and talking to much,
Who could have said we were not such.

Caring about each other all I feel was must,
Perhaps shaking hands and jerking off the so called lust.

Holding her in my arms and getting knitted in hers used us to melt,
It was way beyond explaining how warm and comfy we felt.


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