and if i ever wrote a song, my love

and if i ever wrote a song, my love;
no i won’t be signing it out loud,
but subtly somewhere amidst the hills
such that oh my love when oh i recite,
so shall the hills.

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just how beautiful, would it all be really? to recite a song that oh you wrote, to your loved one.

i can’t seem to stop smiling, as and when i close my eyes, to imagine a rather similar scenery. as if i’ve lived it a thousand times.

i’ve recited poetry, before; but never a song.

oh, i wonder; just how does it feel, really? just how beautiful of a moment would it be really?

while oh she’d be sitting on my lap. smiling ear to ear

conversing; about things that matter and don’t

.

only for a chord, to struck, within my heart;

such that i’d take out the folded paper from within my pocket

only to pull her towards; as i slowly unfold it

and began; reciting

.

oh i recite, and oh i kiss;

after every para, sentence, word, letter;

only for her to

lean in

after a few

in the midst of my expression

so as to make her smile, a part of mine

so as to whisper

forever;

in my ear

.

while i murmur

back

a promise;

within her heart

with love.

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