Today when she knows that she’s the one who drives me crazy
Today when she knows that she’s the one who converts this lazy
I feel like I am diving in cloud nine
I feel like shouting loud though its crime
My love for her is different than normal
My love for her is weirdo like a small bubble
Took almost 123 minutes to say her
Took almost an instant decision to get her in my shore
She may like this or not
She may sight this in distant boat
When it has all about her from start
Then why I should wait to tell her for the dark
Before this life was so hard like tight bolt
Now as if I feel like strong and durable cloth
When she was hearing all this
I was scared
When I was saying her all this
She was blinking in shock sitting on chair
My story which includes her in every chapter
Now is all set to get a unique hard bound cover
My love for her is invisible in nature
My love for her is biblical creature
More or less now she knows all about this bee
More or less now she grows crafted honey for this bee
May be I am being curious to talk about her
May be I am getting serious to impress her
When sky is dark she comes as a fairy
When sky is blue she becomes my live story
I love her no doubt in that
I adore her no shout for that
But is it right way of telling her is question
Is it right may to call her is tricky question
I may not deserve her in any aspect of nature
I may not preserve her like the way she feels pleasure
But for me world starts with her
But for me birds sing for her
In rainbow sky when sun sends its light
Things becomes beautiful and adds essence to sight
For me she is my rainbow and sun both
For me she is my main bow and oath
Let me say that its me who wants her
Its me who thinks about her
Love is a big word in humanictionary
Love is cage of birds always happy in scenery
Love is not when it flows from logical heart
Love is not when it flows from left to right
When insane reasons are real logic
When varied platforms serves as a magic
That’s what love is all about
I feel as if life is so simple now
I feel like now its more of sweet apple now
Can cut it short in easy way if I want
But I wana go and on with my chant
In this land of soil
Today I am flying like weightless coil
In this era of calculations
I am no more busy with some manipulations
I said her and that’s what was expected destination
I said her and that was my own voice from hearty station
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