Coming Back To You

Coming Back To You short poem

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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.

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