The insatiable desire,
The greedy need, the want
What is it that I crave for?
This is the question I ask myself
When alone or with among people
I feel there is depravity within me
You may call it as a vice
I term it is a my simple fancy
Of having you forever with me
To be a part of my mornings and evenings
And to make my nights more desirable
I am no saint, but an average being
With ruling of heart and not mind, this time
You will ask to name it,
I have no name for our relationship
Except it comforts me and makes me feel
Our togetherness, pure bliss. Eternal joy
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