You call me around half past nine,
Your voice, sends shivers down my spine,
The days in which I waited for you,
A dream that you are, became true.

Chocolates and roses weren’t your taste,
A bunch of flowers would just be a waste,
How did I even find you in all this haste,
A heart so true, a soul so kind.

Your poetry rhymes so well with mine,
With pretty white dress, and pretty eyes.
I know I’m not much of a hero by design,
But I still dream of you being mine,

With everything that my heart that shines,
Would you, ask to be to be mine?

Would you, be my Valentine?

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Whispers of my heart are mild,
My imaginations wants to be wild,
The air I breathe feels a bit heavy,
And there is, a simple symphony.

It’s hard to capture moments like these,
Where words and emotions tend to flee,
You close your eyes to hear the voice,
The voice of having an unbound choice.

Freedom is an illusion, they once said,
Like it’s meant to make you afraid,
Yet once you start to take a deep breath,
Slowly, yet surely, it does make sense.

The rhythm in your voice is to be known,
The words you have written aren’t unknown,
For it’s easy forget your destination in a ferry,

As that’s what it is,
Imaginary.

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You sat under the umbrella, waiting
While I held your hand, anticipating,
For the number of times I fall in love,
This is one of the moments, it was happening.

The song of the love, I was afraid to sing,
You came in with me, holding a ring,
The one so tight that melded us together,
Then there is you, who it was made after.

Maybe you'll never know, what you are,
Whether beside my bed, or miles apart,
Because it's you my heart celebrates every day,

Your voice in my emotions,
That I wish to say.

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It feels like Christmas, and Santa is here
Oh he left me a pouch, for you to share,
It's looks like he left us a butterscotch shake,
But you don't like it anymore, as you said.

The habits with you, that we changed,
In every little thing, that we made,
It changed us, and bits of our taste,
And now we look like each other, as they said.

It won't be fair, to say what you mean to me,
But what can I say, I still lose in arm wrestling
Still I'd want to know, the day it'll be,
When I'll be prepared, with my arm ready,
As this time you'll be the one to lose,

Your last name, for me.

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The eyes with which, you make me feel,
Painful of wounds, begin to heal,
Whether I lost my roll, or my heart,
You are always with me, just right there.

The specs with which you sometimes can't see,
Charms of yours that melts inside me,
Dreams with you, that I shared under a tree,
Who would have known, that it's you and me.

Dance with me, as you always say,
The voice of which, takes me away,
From the past and future, in your arms.
For it's about you, I spend everyday.

Will you love me, if you know?
That this Christmas, it's still about you,
Will you believe me, if I say.

That's it's always been you, till this day.

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The silence, about which you said,
The words about which I was afraid,
You symphony still sings the same,
A bit hesitant, to take it's steps.

For everything I am, and all I could do,
The voice in me, that sings for you,
Burns in flame, like a incense,
For all you gave me, is silence.

Maybe that's fair, she said.
To know, the language of the dead,
"But I'll learnt to make things alive", I screamed.
"Yet the world isn't the fairy tale, you dreamed".

Let's just say things are a off hand,
For all my emotions, slips in rain,
I tried so hard, to let it refrain,
But this time, I give up,
So to let you have what you embrace,

Silence.

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Among all the colors that you share with me,
The beauty it would be to say,

That I married my bestfriend.

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The road that seems long ahead,
I stop by, and ask a little girl instead,
'What are you doing, with flowers in your hands?',
She smiles with a return, and we become friends.

The shadows in world that I didn't like,
You held me up and made them bright,
Because now when I find myself, alone there,
I know, there is you, someone who cares.

Mornings, can seem a little dull without you,
With the nights that I can't spend beside you,
With the responsibilities, that I'm ought to do,
I won't find a reason, in a world without you.

I wouldn't wanna know, what it takes,
For a grown up man's, heart to break.
But I do know, about the little ache,
Which happens when I hear,
Abour the tears that you shed.

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I stand up to knock at your door,
The questions that I left ashore,
Your mom hesitates to answer my call,
As of course, we don't talk anymore.

The music that you used to adore,
Cassettes of which lie on the floor,
Hums of that pain, yet to be known,
Without your feelings, like never before.

Your father greets me, holding the door,
The essence in which I figuratively ignore,
I step inside and let the snow fall,
For it was all for one, and one for all.

The dust has faded into its melody,
Your tears, now resides in its history,
Your innocence, denies to reveal its mystery,

And turns my words, into poetry.

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My body heats up, while I try to reason,
Against your words, I fight for freedom.
You still have my T shirt, as you said,
You refrain me to enter, I'm afraid.

The space between my fingers are shrinking,
And I spend most of my time, thinking,
"Did you reach home Safely?" you asked,
The bond cannot break, it's meant to last.

Wearing a Denim shirt you sat beside,
Your lost yourself, within my eyes,
You loved me, in the way that I dressed,
In the love for you, that I expressed.

Café's aren't the same, never again,
The walls that scream of us and our name,
What did we choose beneath the aisle that exists,
The mist of your lips, and a heartfelt kiss.

Let's try again, a little different this time,
The world would have shaped us,
With synchronony that we shared,

Will you Go on a Date with me, Sweetheart?

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