Yes,
Cute wasn't the word I was looking for,
These feelings were much stronger,
Than the hammer of thor,
Then what was it,
I was looking for.
My mind fought with heart,
Ripping it apart,
Eyes shed few tears,
Till the time view did get clear,
And now I can see,
The sea beyond those eyes,
The grace in that face,
Elegance draped around at its base.
Those falling strands of hair,
Made my choice very clear,
Those beautiful hands,
Holds the ground I stand.
And then,
The red bindi on that temple,
Reminds me of those temple,
Where the goddess of grace sits,
And then my heart splits.
It splits in two,
One for me, and one for you,
One for u, one of the very few.
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