Prayers are sent unto the Lord to make us magnetic,
To make us as it does as shown in Scientifics,
I never imagined my assignment partner as someone who too is poetic,
And that slight touch from her made me feel forever ecstatic.
But a simple question initiates insecurity and I behave lunatic,
A simple thing, "Will you be mine?"
Each day my thoughts contemplate of moments that have never occured,
Events that are yet to come, or perhaps my imagination is too absurd,
The void within is forever torturing but not when I'm with her,
Like a tape recorder, I reminisce on the stories we have shared,
Thinking about her soothes my soul, even when I'm upset.
But out of all that has been said,
The is only one thing I regret,
Not asking her, "Will you be mine?"
©infinitee
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