Love

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Like the ight breeze on a sunny day,

your body brushed against mine,

leaving a small tingling feeling behind,

a need to hold you,

I kept looking at myself in the mirror,

staring at my reflection,

reminiscing the soft touches of your hands again and again

As my conscience kept questioning me,

while my heart kept leaning towards you,

the rythm of my breathe's  started matching with your's,

As i finally came to know,

that  I have started loving you.


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