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Poem for 28th of this month.

Happiest (.......) years,
It would have been,
If we were still together,
Like the way we have been,
Exchanging lots of wild love,
Via every medium possible.

People would have cried with the admiration,
And obviously some with jealousy,
“How sweet!” they would have said,
 Envying our growing love.

Maybe my fingers wouldn’t be empty now,
But with your proposal ring,
And I would have felt that feelings of completeness,
When you drew me closer to your embraces.

“You are amazing.” I would have whispered in your ears,
When you lie down for my comforts, 
I would have embraced your beautiful fingers, 
Like i always dream of doing it.

Probably, we must have dated a thousand times and kissed a million times,
Under the moon and under the sun,
And probably for hundred times, I would have reminded to cut your hairs,
For short hair boys are my type.





One more, my cupboard must have filled by now,
With the diaries and the notes I maintained about you,
Recording each and every text you sends me,
Like a piece total desperate bastard!

Oh my, how I wish to call you back,
For I am never enough of you,
Like you are the only man,
I am never enough of you.

Every night, I dream a thousand dreams,
About you and about us, together,
But every day, like a ship on the sailor,
I just get out of balance, like I am just a sad song. 
 


 ---------Thanking you. 
Happy Sunday evening!

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