Somewhere during our endless talks
On politics, poetry and philosophy,
In between our shy smiles
And secret-laden nervous laughs,
I stood at the edge of the cliff
Sneaking peeks into the abyss below,
Finding solace in your passion-tinted eyes,
Unravelling your soul's equation with tender fingertips.
In some moment when I sat alone
Feeling your lips teasing me on the wind
Listening to your voice resound in my core,
I became what I was destined to always be - yours.
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