Being Secretive,
How could I would,
Ever be one?
When the beauty of,
Your deep eyes is,
My desirable weakness,
And the words out of,
Your soft-spoken lips,
Happens to be my strengths;
And that too when,
All of my secrets lay,
Hidden and uncovered,
behind your eye-lids.
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