Thoughts, or a generated sequence
Of words and inferences.
Generated images, from memories.
Known and unknown.
As I whither in the never-ending slideshows.
An unpausable audio-visual treatment.
As I reminisce the smile and soulful giggles,
And the happy and hopeful look in your eyes,
As they completely obliterate,
All my fears and darker thoughts.
Maybe from many gazes,
And searches for depth in the eyes,
I have finally found the perfect one.
As I hold hands thinking how imperfect I am,
And how less I deserve from the look,
And as if there is an entire orchestral symphony,
Of the best background music,
As it boasts of making mortal human fall in love,
Like I have imagined falling in love,
And let it stay uncovered as I left hopes.
Maybe I get to see you on the other side,
Or by my side, holding my hand...
Maybe ♥️, Someday 🧿
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