Love.

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I was hooked in a loop
Of his hands and never want to move.

Now we are more than just friends
And our love has no ends.
What is today that is more of yesterday.
It's love that always finds its way.

Those walks in the rain,
The noise as our feet squelch.
Those twilight memories on a bench.

The special memories that we recall,
The memories we share in an empty hall.

It seems as if it has started a few days ago,
But it's something we won't let it go.

Wonder how it is a reality.
When it was a fantasy.

As he went on his knee,
In front of me.
My life went into a perpetual glee.
His EMERALD GAZE always have a charm on me.

Usually people fall in love,
But I rise in love.

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