She's a friend of mine.
And, I'm glad I met someone so divine,
that even I sometimes wonder & think,
what if she's that pristine ink...
In which, if the literature of someone's life,
would be written...
it would make them immortal, forever...
as I made her with this creation,
getting to know her as much as I could,
during our little time, together.
She's with whom you'd dream of moongazing,
and watching sunset and getting lost in that awe,
For when she learns what someone's love language is,
she just prefers to go with the flow.
Oh yes, she might prefer not to easily express,
when she'd fall for someone quite quick,
But beware! she's not scared, not weak, not powerless!
She just knows how to protect that little heart of hers...
from getting hurt,
'cause she knows what she truly deserves,
she knows herself, her value, her worth.
And she'll tell you, "cheer-up, you got this!",
whenever you'll feel like losing it all,
and voila! suddenly you'll feel a heavenly bliss,
and it would remind you that,
talking to her is like therapy, after all.
She'd write long texts for you,
to make you feel listened & special,
and she'd admire things about you,
in every way possible.
She might be, to some,
an 'epitome of extroversion',
the one who just wants to talk & talk,
& looks like would never stop,
but even though she has this appetence,
less know that sitting under the night sky,
on a swing, in dark...
how much she embraces silence.
While people go after flowers & greenery,
she'd find meaning of life in dry leaves,
as for her they symbolise,
'the ones who have been detached from their dear ones,
broken souls & hence stronger! ready to burn!'
"End is inevitable, so embrace the tenure! live to the fullest!",
is what she believes...
and yes, this is how she romanticises.
You see, with her, all the Shakespearean nonsense,
feels real, & begins to make sense.
Suddenly all the fairytales become true!
And, you tell her: "You're so full of life!"
"How would someone not fell in love with you?"
"How would someone not fell in love with you?"
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