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I met someone in my dreams once.
I knew I fell in love with him 
and he was never ever going to fall for me. 






Cut to reality ...
I saw the same man standing at a distance,
he held love and care, 
unfortunately some pain too...

I just saw him and I already knew I was in love with him,
even before I met him.





He crept on me slowly and steadily...
noticing and ignoring, 
I came close,
realising his love took me over...

I don't want to be sad anymore, 
but without him, sadness engulfs me.

He teaches me to close my eyes and 
find him next to me.

only if he knew, I never want him with my eyes closed,
I want him in my arms instead with my eyes wide open...

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  1. The expression is so sweet it makes the heart flutter for no reason :)

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  2. Its like you have described exactly a heart .... I am very impressed with this skill of yours... I just want to say that I liked it and would love to write more of you...♥️

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    1. Thank you so so much for such kind words!! It means a lot <3

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  3. She literally inks her heart ♥️ beautiful 👍🏻

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