When I write to you, the first one I miss is you, and the 2nd one a pen and a paper - the very essence of a good old fashioned love story. But why be old fashioned when we can discover and discover again all over again?
The atheist in me shunned religion till you made me a devotee of yours. I know you hate the concept of purity and the accompanied divinity, but my sweetheart bear with me, I will but soon compare you to Gandhi. Who said love letters had to be not so cruel :)
Yes, we met by chance, and chance was the destiny in disguise. I desired and conspired but it was you who inspired me to say the words on mobile (Oh yes, we are the new age chaps). My discomfort, my awkward green grass blue sky moment, is all but forgotten and archived, all I see is the blue nailpaint that adored your feet and some bit of mine. The ladel, the gems, the pigeon talks and crow crooning, the empty street and the feeble attempt at languages - images from dateless nights as I ensured you were charmed to be the better half I desired for.
What did I see in you when I had not even seen you? Ask the poet who wrote love is blind, the stupid one did not realise, eyes do not feel.
My Sweetheart, I swear on all the coconuts to have ever come on this earth, I am smitten by you like no eyes could ever be.
The atheist in me shunned religion till you made me a devotee of yours. I know you hate the concept of purity and the accompanied divinity, but my sweetheart bear with me, I will but soon compare you to Gandhi. Who said love letters had to be not so cruel :)
Yes, we met by chance, and chance was the destiny in disguise. I desired and conspired but it was you who inspired me to say the words on mobile (Oh yes, we are the new age chaps). My discomfort, my awkward green grass blue sky moment, is all but forgotten and archived, all I see is the blue nailpaint that adored your feet and some bit of mine. The ladel, the gems, the pigeon talks and crow crooning, the empty street and the feeble attempt at languages - images from dateless nights as I ensured you were charmed to be the better half I desired for.
What did I see in you when I had not even seen you? Ask the poet who wrote love is blind, the stupid one did not realise, eyes do not feel.
My Sweetheart, I swear on all the coconuts to have ever come on this earth, I am smitten by you like no eyes could ever be.
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