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Tuesday 7 June 2016

My only one.

There have been times I couldn’t bear,
And feelings so rare,
Sometimes it’s not about the heartbeat but the skipping of it,
Not about your gorgeous smile but the only love I see.

Twice or thrice I may have been Cinderella,
Now your dancing Bella,
Because of your love despite the torn collars and fading cedars,
You are my home, my delightful rest my only quest.

I wouldn’t put a number on you,
I’ll give you all my love,
All my troubles and irritations,
I’ll let you see through the fake smiles and genuine cries,
I’ll build up the torn pieces for you and make an everlasting fortress.

You’re my only one,
Brighter than the beautiful moonlight,
Fairer than any blooming flower,
Enchanting than any magic.
For you are not my number one but my only one.


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