Pouring Rain

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I cry at the sight of love

My heart cries at sight of genuine love

Ohh, to be looked at with those shining eyes, filled with love and care just like a baby opening its eyes and looking at their dearest parent,

accompanied by the sweetest smile that would put honey to shame

A touch filled with tenderness, like a soft feather-filled pillow hugging all of you, comforting you through all of it

A kiss, filled with passion, like a melty marshmallow on a smores, hot, soft and sweet

A hug so warm, like a weighted blanket protecting you from the harsh cold

But here I am

A child with no one to look at, who opened their eyes forcefully

A burdened smile, stitched with every mischief it spoke

A lonely touch, as rough as a rock, as heavy as the mountains

Without a kiss, with these chapped lips, dried with every salty tears it tasted

Hugged by coldness itself, no longer knowing what warmth felt like

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