The love I have for you
is nothing but brimmed eyes,
If counted forms ocean.
It is the fragrance of
thousand incenses
worshipping the deity
everyday in the temples.
I being a connoisseur,
taste every bit of it
and parcel you delicacies
that hit home to me.
My love for you is candies,
bubble gums, lip balms
and all the aesthetic confectionaries
that a woman carries with herself.
I think about you being
quote of the day,
I miss you like literature whose
softness slips through hearts.
I drool over you alike
autumn leaves
and fade in you alike
warmth between silky
night sheets.
My love for you had been
everything between
comfort and
pain where I make sure that you
should not consume me
in overdose.
The love I have for
you looks like stars
glued to become
galaxies after every
separation it shines even more.
I've kept my basic
necessities in abeyance
to buy you a poem that'd
portray a woman for you
who'd crumple herself
to see you gathering.


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