What if I told you

Love is the awkward silence,

On that clumsy walk home.

With hands in the pocket

Searching nervously,

Digging deep for words.

The silent walk through the field:

Drinking in chilly breaths.

Ice cold breeze caressing  our faces.

Each lost in endless thoughts.

The dodgy meeting of gazes,

The hesitant talks,

And the afterward blushes.

What if i told you,

Love is just being in the same room

Engulfed in your gleeful aura

Feeling warmer by the minute,

Hurt long forgotten

A sapling hinged upon your fondness,

Your radiance.



In the soaring sky I searched for an ember of life.

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