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A Love Of Mine...




Whenever I hear your name's bellow,
it washes me out with a blow,
my heart race hard, by just your one glance
with a mere dance,
My every breath is only for you.
The regret of not being with you,
but glee of reflection in you.
Could something be so fine than a Love of mine?
Love of mine is as unique as you are to me,
it cannot be described and could never be understood.
Can’t find out how it happened?
A strong bond, but a weak at the same time, on another side,
do not know what is it? what should it be called?
Others call it LOVE, I do not have any synonyms for it
because I do not think it’s love,
it is more than anything and beyond everything.
I know you cannot understand it, you cannot realise it.
I don’t want you to accept it but just keep it, in your stack.
You might come across many like me,
they even might love you more than me, but they cannot love you like me.
You will understand once it is in your mind’s eyes.
Love of mine doesn't mean I want you, It never said I must have you,
It did not argue to talk to you,  It did not fight to touch you,
It want’s you to conceal in my heart, in those beat, beneath those feeling, with all desire, pain along, hopes alone.

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