my favorite smile, will always be yours
as the curve you make, carves in my mind
and the song I wish to hear in bed
is the melody of which escapes your lips
I guess the sight of you has been my strength
that the lack of it has made confused and weak
dramatic may be the lines I wrote
for the girl I could never call mine
atleast within the stanzas of my poem
It feels like she's forever mine
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