Sitting alone here, in my room
Thinking of you, your words
It made me smile, no wonder I do
It was prodigious, our tryst.
The incessant beat of music
Tried to, but couldn't avert my thoughts.
For I was jaunty, smiling with this thought.
Thinking of you, our tryst!
My feelings in denial, of the world
For it is devoted, only to you.
What are words? They aren't ample.
To delineate what I feel, for you.
Wish is all I got, for myself
To be loved, and love back;
I desire the stars, to convey
My affection, desire for you;
Inaccessible you are, if only.
My wishes come true, for you.
I lay here, in my room.
Wishing for you, our tryst!
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