Note: 1. This is not a poem, just mushy crap :P
2. Soniya says, "You cant keep such stuff in your stomach for long" and she is right! :D
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His smile can bring the dead to life,
His eyes can itself make for a poem,
His humour has to lift up your spirits,
His talk can be like a gentle zephyr!
Some say "You're in love",
Some say "You're mad",
Who cares about what it is?!
when it feels so good!
feels so good to be sitting alongside him,
feels so good dreaming incessantly about him.
Call me mad,
call me obssessed,
call me what you like,
but what I like will not change,
why I like wont change.
So stop calling me names
and pray!
pray that I get him,
pray that he gets me,
and pray that we become 'us'! :)
