What He Is? (part 2)


He is the unreadable art of my poem…
He is mine cold air in this hot summer…
His voice is my favourite…
Without hearing him i am deaf…
Without seen him i am blind…
He always try to make me happy…
Because he cares for me…
He gave 14 days task to stay away from him…
So may i forget him n his habit…
But i fall for him every moment…
He is the reason behind my smile…
He is the reason i became poet…
He grabbed me in his arms like,
I always needed…
He is such a magical soul,
That every girl fall for him…
Everyone write about their loved ones ,
When they fall apart…
But he taught me to write when he is with me…
He is meaning to my life…
He will forever be the one poem,
I refuse to write an ending to…

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Everything u Want
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You are such a wonderful soul too!! who has recognised his goodness.
He would be such a lucky to have you!!!

Everything u Want
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Who is he….by the way!!!….Love to meet that lucky guy!!!

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