made me love poetry.
Oh! Mind you,
Not those meaningful short
Ones either.
She made me see
beauty in words so
simple anyone understand,
Yet these words
hold so much depth.
The world's ocean cannot fill
them were they cup.
"But that isn't all she made me love.
I like the small talk we have by the day
and the most random of topics at night.
If she were some sort a drug,
I'd say she's my heroine,
not that I know of it,
but she's the one always there to save me.
"Have I mentioned the first silly
Book I made was dedicated to her?
It's a collection of some few stories.
I know it isn't a big thing,
And there were great many errors
here and there:
The grammars, the indents,
the spellings and so much more.
And I don't get why I enjoyed writing.
Maybe because I know
Someone will read it. She will read it.
It's just a hunch but I know she will.
"How I wish I could still
Write as brilliantly like before.
"Truth be told, emotions makes me write,
And love can't just be considered one."
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