To My Crazy Infatuation - Poem by Priya Radhakannan
If time the flying machine is hurrying
Be patient and show no regrets.
For, we were playing hide and seek.
What love means to you is nothing more than a word to me.
I still dread the tangle of commitment.
If it's merely an urge it will rot with the moment.
If it's true, it will blossom and survive the gales of time,
Without the tangles of commitment.
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