22. How Often

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No one knows how often
I think of the heartaches that soften
I may look okay on the outside
But I'm still not satisfied
No matter how much I look at him
It's not enough since the lights were dim
At the garden, when he arrived
I felt as if my heart had revived
I hid behind a tree, trying to steal a glance
While imagining our first dance
I must've been so lost in thoughts
That I didn't realize I'd been caught
I was smiling and thinking of him
He smiled back at me and my heart brimmed
How much I adore his smile
As he walks around in the aisle
How often do I think of him
My heart aches and still brims

~written by shalini~

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