What is it like to be around you,
To spend more time in dreams awake,
Looking often for your glances few,
Wondering if the earth did indeed shake.
What is it like to walk by your side,
Lightly each moment to lose sweet sense
Your fragrance lilting a gentle chide,
A casual walk, in a moment - tense.
What is it like to hold your hand,
And blend at once with its feel warm,
Nature, this time did reprimand,
In a mortal, she outdid her own charm.
What is it like to sit by you for long,
And ignore the pace of passing time,
To sense exuberance, watching you on song-
Proud; as your head rests on mine.
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