Blue tick
Blue ticks, a symbol of her delay,
Leaving him wondering, night and day,
If she's interested, or just at play.
His heart beats fast, his soul feels alive,
With every tick, a spark thrives,
But uncertainty cuts like a knife.
In a sea of doubts, he finds his voice,
Out of all tick colors, you chose blue,
Out of all people, I chose you.
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