
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.

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 whisper
forever;
in my ear
.
while i murmur
back
a promise;
within her heart
with love.
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