Even Though I Don’t Love Her
Even though I don’t love her,
Even though I don’t care about her,
Even though I don’t need her,
Even though I don’t aid to her,
Deep in my dreams;
I cogitate about her
I celebrate her
I refer her
I sigh her all over
I save her on mind.
Somebody tell me;
Why do I talk her?
Why do I walk her?
Why do I speak her?
Why do I assure her?
Why do I excite her?
Why do I prefer her?
Can this be love...
That am feeling
That am swimming in?
That am falling in?
That am walking in?
That am standing in?
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