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Poem - #8 | Just Love Me


If you're going to love me this softly
Nurture and care for me,
Hold my hand like yesterday
With all your fingers interlocked as if a tie,
I'll let you take me to the places
You make me dream about.
If your lips feel the same way every time,
Soft and promising
A little sweet-a little scared
As if we'll run out of time
And we'll end up late,
With haste l'll let you kiss me tomorrow
One more time: Before I leave for the night
And keep missing you until the morning
But I cant tell you that.
What you must know ias that
You can love me,
Don't ask if you can
For the things you want
Just stretch your hand to hold mine
You don't need to look away
When you can't find the right words to say
Just stay there in the moment with me;
We don't have to talk: smile at me
Or just watch me gaze back at you
Without hesitation- 'Cause  
Speeches don't define love,
We lovers do.
And if you get lucky.
Before we depart, after our lips have:
I might tell you that Ilove you
                                             -  Pushpanjali.

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