My love was a traveler,
with many destinations,
until I met you.
Paths can blur, as long as,
you hold my hand.
You have given me,
sleepless nights and moody days.
I want to get wet in rain
and hide in your dimple.
My heart has become a small sparrow,
pecking on your window.
I know I am in love because,
I am happy to be sad for you.
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