Worthy a millions, my wishful wish
but yours, a bit more.
More is the smile of those rosy lips
More are the sweetest apple cheeks of yours.
When a laughter sprouts from your face
as if the soul finds the holy grail.
When you walk keeping me in the sky
when you talk, still your gaze up above.
Oh dearest thou, all I fear is a fall
All I'm scared of is the bowed head,
the bruised heart,
and the crestfallen eyes within you!
The rise you wish, but the fall I fear,
So I am,
at the verge of a diverge!
©ssj
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