She comes out at the door
When she beholds my presence near;
She creeps deep into my eyes
And steals my heart away.
She opens the window of her kitchen
And slightly turns the curtain;
Once more looks straight into my eyes
Until her sensational feeling dies.
She comes out to the corridor
Pretending to dry the clothes;
Every moment she waits for a chance
Moving around, just to take a glance.
From morning till evening she gazes
The precious moments to hours changes;
At the break of day, as I lay on my bed
I can still feel the sensational time pass.
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