To my whisperer
Never thought would it come to this, with You
Not even a touch; yet a passion tardily grew
Never saw any chance, and not even an ounce
Yet inside, a flame and fire began to brew
As I tried fold away the new page written daily
Then I realised what I had lost found it, in you
The rule of honesty prescribes, hence I will confess
I care and I declare, I am mesmerised by your hairdo
Dark hours turn bright, chasing off the night’s sleep
As I await and anticipate, till to see the morning dew
Remains in the mind your image, night and all day long
And I feel you, believe me dear, it is indeed true
Now I wish, I could hold you, here, there and everywhere
Sorry that I am not granting, a straight clue
An old man I may now seem, think of aged rich wine
The most wise men agree, age is only an old taboo
Become accustomed to thee, and thy way of thinking
The ultimate bliss and finery, a gift, a life anew
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