A crescent love

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isnt it strange?
for a person to adore someone so far away
not just miles but a whole different nation
the distance is large i must say..
but not enough to stop him from making my day
people fall in and out of love everyday
but theres something about the way i fell
i fell as if in a black hole
the place where the time loops endlessly
and reminds me of you helplessly
i did not believe in love at first sight
until once my eyes set on you
"what do you think?" asks my heart
but the answer lies in the writer's smile
seeing the person whos behind this smile
she wonders how beautifully has he been carved
visage prettier than a moon thats full
and heart as warm as wool
eyes holding millions of stars
lips that look as soft as fluff
and he smiles.
the writer looks at him as hopeless as ever
he was a stranger knocking at the door
at first he entered of room of her thoughts
looks like now its a knocking on the door to her heart
"his voice rings in my head" saying as she sways
"not the head" the heart says.
its sweet and lovely
how he places his fingers on the keys
creating melodies with such ease
his fingers brushes the strings of a guitar
he sure is a born superstar
theres a longing deep inside
for she knows,
"even though i am his he cant be mine"
but as a distanced respectful lover
she never tries to cross this border
as she believes,
in one out of thousands universes
they might be together for once atleast.
                            – may.

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