Complicated
You follow me, I follow you,
This is just not simple curiosity.
You can’t talk with me, I too keep away,
This is no compulsion, but our sincerity.
I don’t see you, you don’t see me,
But we feel the warmth of proximity.
You can’t touch me; I can’t feel you baby.
Still that warmth of your hand serves as apricity.
I feel the caress of your breath on my cheek.
Can’t smell you but your scent is pure ecstasy.
On this bench…you and I no longer sit together.
Here, I still enjoy your ruffling through my hair.
No! we can’ shatter; Nah! we can’t lose.
For you love me n I love you.
I will win you back sailing through this cruel cecity.
We shall stand strong through this adversity.
For our love is like attraction of gravity.
For our love is a symbol of purity.
WORD REFERENCE:
PROXIMITY: The state of being near to somebody
APRICITY: The warmness of the sun in winter.
CECITY: The state of lacking sight.
RUFFLING: To touch or move something smooth so that it is not even
ECSTASY: A feeling or state of great happiness
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