And when.
You come to me,
With no ends.
Full like a flower in bloom,
Nothing left for imagination.
I shall embrace you,
In your vast totality,
Regardless of arithmetic,
Errors of division, subtraction,
Addition and multiplication.
I will, seize you,
And with you my eternity,
In your frail frame, yet delicious,
Warm, soft, and eternal.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
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