Chances

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Ninety Nine point nine nine percent chances are there that you donot love me,

Yet the rest,I wish to hold it close,so close that I would open that door only alone,and watch you close..

Feeling your breath might be impossible to me,

Yet my every breath feels you..

Hearing your heart beat might be a dream that I dare not dream..

Yet my heart beat for you..

And this chance,to feel you so close that my heart only beats for you,

I would cherish it,for forever..

May be,this chance would keep growing,

May be,this love would one that melt that wall, between you and me..

And  bloosom will bloom in this desert,

And I would smile,once again watching you,close,closer than my own skin..

A prayer for that chance,that is all I have

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