14th day

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Bold eyes, pink cheeks, sweet smile, crazy streaks, infectious laughter, kind heart, Dear bhumika di, I am your bacha, your first year tart.

Tell me something I don't know,
You say 'me',
I say "Well, that's just wrong coz I have stalked you silly"
Stalked you enough to know our heart is one, this side of the game,
As Hardin once said,"Whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same."

I will write to you paragraphs but right now poems suit better,
Because you can if you wish, paraphrase this in a thousand ways but it will still mean the same thing, I have come to love you, wish I was Heather.

On the 14th day, I write you this letter,
Setting the bar and standard high because on the seventh day I told you women do it better
Oh how women do it better

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