Thinking of You
I just woke up from my reverie Discovering this diaphaneity: You've made me truly smitten; And the proof is every poem for you I have written Each time my head becomes your den; I think I am a renegade, For my priorities are getting lopsided I am an angel with a rakish halo; My thoughts are now becoming askew, They always point at you. By looking at you, I got aghast; Now, this feeling had left me in a severe nonplus; However, I am ironclad, By dwelling in my mind, you made me glad And it's out of my hand. Even if I'll see the dreg of your character one day, The love I have for you won't meander away; And if you ever become rowdy, I promise not to be crabby. It will forever be a feather in my cap to be your one and only.
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