What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the calmer one I know.
What I love the most is looming at you ,unwarranted, Because I know the recoil,that I so take for granted.
What I love the most is growing with you, into pitfall, Onto steps and heights, or out of the bygone wall, Because you have taught me never to succumb, Even when, I saw the future, Not standing plush & tall.
What I love the most are the times we disagree, Because the fond memories I make around them, Could never be traded for anything that came in dollars or forever-free.
I have named the place where I feel permissed as ‘thee’, Because at times it feels too good to be in glee, That no matter what, thou shall know the ropes and keep them harm-free.
What I love the most is coming back to you. Because you are the serene one I know.
In three forms Two thirds; Still, Not to drink a drop, or two pots for bath. One-third in Coco cola bottle, One-third is in the Cleavage water, Then, we are throwing stones at the well, Waiting for the crow bath;
Back and Front Back and Front, Front and Back My steps gradually make Taking me to a land With success, where I stand. Being stagnant , oh I fear Rooted to the ground there, Because moving is life Sometimes comfort
Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other’s identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn’t necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to