Starring on from distance,
Caffeine pouring at instance,
Building on from a moderate talk,
What you say to me; thats a shock,
Lips flinger at my reservoir mitt,
Please, dont rebuke to a bottomless pitt,
I wait on words of glee,
Please dont make me flee,
Why cant you say I love thee,
Wanting, waiting so now you see,
Words are as the emotional builders,
Drink cofee; with couple creamers,
There, like a muted room where echos sleep,
I stare, stare at the round glow inside your chestkeep,
Musing; talking with my eyes to lance forward,
Round glow that preserve that magical word,
As I keep on sipping, above all that we blabber,
When will you give me an ' I love you' slammer.
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