You'e Vain (You even beat me in Vanity)
I love you
and am enttitled to
write you poem.
I could talk about
the way
your hair is shiny
gold.
Or how
your hands
are always
warm.
But I won't
because
you know it well
and remind me
all the time.
How I came
to love you?
I'm at a loss
my self.
We were more
than friends.
You would beat me,
say you were so great;
I would give
you a slap.
The routine
went on
and on.
All I know
is that
my heart
feels warm
When I know
you're in
the room.
Because some day
when you are beat,
you will
love me too.
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Life Nature Death
कविताEnchanting, Haunting, Dangerous. Be prepared for the truths of life, the laughs you'll need in between, and a fulfilling adventure through this randomly assorted poetry collection.
