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 whisper

forever;

in my ear

.

while i murmur

back

a promise;

within her heart

with love.

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every day is a page, my love; in the book, that oh i wrote for you

and the moment,
my eyes met with yours

i knew my love

just where was it
that oh i wanted to reside

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and oh my love,

every eyelash

that oh, i ever came across

carried

my one and only wish


that oh, there will come a day

when, oh my love

i’d have you

sitting on my lap; smiling


while you’d be

looking


just as beautiful,

as you always have


only for me too

place my lips

wherein

they know,

that they will smile the most


and oh,
how beautiful would it all be, my love?

oh, just how beautiful would it all really be?


with love.

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