A LETTER TO HER

 

Sometimes I realize that I like you too much.

Sometimes I think how lucky I would be if you could be mine.

Sometimes I just take deep breath thinking that you exist.

 

Sometimes I just want to tell her that you are beautiful,

Probably you are tired of this, listening this thousand times

Lots of barrier between us but still I like you too much.

You are my angle, my darling but you probably unaware of this.

 

You are the morning of October, scented and cold

You are the river which craving through my heart

You can swipe away pain, you’re tidy and deep

Your hair, your eyes having more current than any falls

You are not any random thought which doesn’t have base

Rather I write random poems to stretch you, your beauty

This is how I express my love for you.

 

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