Troubled she gets, I feel the pain,
Without her, I can't think of any gain.
To me, her arms are so enticing,
Don't need a tag, as she is above pricing.
When not in sight, I feel strangled,
In a train, our souls got tangled.
Maybe, the world can call me juvenile,
Wait for me my love, I'll there in a while.
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Beautiful romantic piece of poetry nicely encapsulated in good rhyme scheme from the heart. Thanks for sharing Viswa.