It's you, who started it with just a "Hey",
It's your Good mornings, that made my day,
It's your naughtiness that took my breath away,
It's your love that made me stay,
It's you who kept me writing this way.

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True story, once there was a boy, genius, sharpest mind, he was the bravest and strongest of his kind
One day he traveled far into those meadows, where lived The great GRRM, This boy met him, asked the truth of his life, gave him the richest and his every gold, all of his precious time...
But then was left only a body on those stone
It's was the Martin's realm and he still never read Game Of Thrones

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Should I buy flowers or write another verse
Coz her anger now grows
And I'm under the shower of her silent curse
Should I ask her for a date or take her boating in those silent streams
Can't see her sad she is the queen of my dreams

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Once my inspiration....
Then my desperation......
Reason for my precious Creation....
Now just a fragment of my imagination....

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Slipped in the sexy heels
Sparkled those mascara filled eyes
Her hair now shiny and smooth
The dress she wore glow so bright
Perfume was of the luxurious one
And now she checked herself under the light
Heart beat has on its peak
Finally the day came after all those tortures diet
Mind was set on the door to hear the knock
It was her first date night.

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I don't need a calm and peaceful mind to think
Or lie under a starry night
Just your smile does it all
Everything To make me write

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Sleepless nights under the dark hushed sky
Heart and brain went for a war
Whispered the flattery tale
Once beautiful now just pale
Soaked in the time of ours
Felt agrigated felt agitated
Shivering, Thumping awakened felt a stroke
The call was made, as a last hope
But separated, we were too far
As the voice was now settled in those Stars

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She was" Luna Lovegood" ,
he was "Voldemort"
But the spell ever used was "Accio"..

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"Protego " was the scream
Yet somehow "confundus" hit the head without leaving a mark...
Out came a writer...

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It's been a while, a long one
Can't recall when I felt that way
When the wind grew blazingly stronger
While everyone else went misty and grey
It's been a while, a long one
Can't recall what was it like
In presence of a handcrafted tender clay
When we went on long moony walks
When we sat for hours in those café
It's been a while, a long one

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