If Only…

If Only... short poem

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I love her hair,
And that skin, so fair…

I am enamoured by
Her Voice,
And those divine eyes….

I am consumed by
Her smile,
And that inimitable style…

I am smitten with
Her walk,
And the way she talks…

I relish her touch,
The one I love so much….

I cherish her heart,
And her favourite, Chocolate tart…

If only she could stay longer.
I could tell her all this. And more.
If only I could lose myself with her.
We could find something everlasting.
And pure.

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Kshitiz Gupta

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Preeti
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Smitten by love and beauty…and somewhere deep within a silent pain lingers by…Well-written!

Nadeem Qazilbash
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losing oneself seems the only way to find her, to be one with her..

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