Lekhny post -05-Jan-2022
Yet to be loved .
He holds me like I am the vase
That carries his soul.
He carries me like his life depends on
The time I take to complete my journey .
His words a melancholy of love .
Sweet are the beds of his words
His body a scientific discovery that
Sends chills down my spine
And butterflies in my stomach .
How I wish I could touch them
And caress the light they hold within
But alas
I can only hold them the day l learn to
Love him too and cast away the
Thoughts of fear away .
I love his arms
Raghuveer Sharma
05-Jan-2022 06:02 PM
nice
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