By Hidayat Ullah
It feels like;
I’m coming down with something.
It could be lust;
Hope it is not.
But knowing it is must
Anyways, let’s deliberate on it.
Let me let you know;
How much excited I get:
When I conjure up the memories of our first meeting
I just fall into a trance;
My dormant feelings start to dance.
I’m not sure why it is so,
but as far as I know;
It’s as often as not billed as love.
Love that’s in its zenith.
Please don’t overlook me like this;
It’s a supplication.
In the meanwhile,
all now you need to do is to come;
And let’s merge our souls into a body of one.
That’s all what my heart wants;
And that’s all what I eventually deserve.
It feels like;
I’m coming down with something.
It could be lust;
Hope it is not.
But knowing it is must
Anyways, let’s deliberate on it.
Let me let you know;
How much excited I get:
When I conjure up the memories of our first meeting
I just fall into a trance;
My dormant feelings start to dance.
I’m not sure why it is so,
but as far as I know;
It’s as often as not billed as love.
Love that’s in its zenith.
Please don’t overlook me like this;
It’s a supplication.
In the meanwhile,
all now you need to do is to come;
And let’s merge our souls into a body of one.
That’s all what my heart wants;
And that’s all what I eventually deserve.
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