#3- Szrelia

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When I deliberate on writing
I think of all the good things to write about
The choices are truly vast but
The thoughts of you flow unceasingly

And I sit there,
Dumbfounded by the conspicuous fact that
I am nothing else but an object like my heart
I am my heart

My heart flounders inside my chest
As if given a chance, would ultimately grab
The opportunity to release itself
With it, very well-acquainted that its feet are none existent

The first few words spill on the screen
Hand over fist
However
It hits me

Every song rings like it was made for you
And me
Me in the picture is incessant

The colors of this universe
This earth..
Maaan!
You are every color combined,
Shining at its brightest

The soil has embedded the color of your eyes
To themselves
And they're indefinite
That's how beautiful you are

The sun chooses to shine down
On you, my lover
Hard
And there are reasons, aesthetic ones

Immortalizing you through words
Might not be enough
Analogized to all the astonishing deeds nature has done for you

But for now,
This is the summary of all I can offer you
Just a group of words
Written by a heart that once longed to hasten every step
But now, the heart that finally mastered the waiting game

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