My first love letter

I don’t owe love to this universe, but I do when it comes to your eyes. Your dreams and wishes become my orders, with that look of yours. A fine line of love skimmed within, when you stare your grace into my eyes.

Your smile makes me realize, that that’s the smile I wanted to shine along the rest of my life. You’ve a smile that causes a billion aches as that shatters a million hearts into a trillion pieces.

When strands of your hair drives a path with the air, penetrates a strike of thunder down the sea beds that results in hitting my heart beat to further slow down.

Your love and care remind me of a mother, your support and stupidity reminds me of a brother, your mischief and innocence remind me of a sister, your anger and commitment reminds me of a father.

I don’t simply wanna say that you’re different from others, but seriously you’re unique, not in sense of your flesh but you’ve a Cruz that’s furnished of flattening flowers, a tender heart is what makes you attractive.

I feel ashamed as I can’t promise you your future, but I swear I can promise you your happiness. Even if your fragrance fades, my care for you squares.

If your dreams are high, I’ll help you reach the clouds, if your aims are shattered I’ll help pick the pieces and mould them to more, but if you’re broken, believe me I would no longer be breathing.

Talking to you, is like a mission to re-alternate the moon, but nervousness shades away, when it comes to your looks. I doubt myself, to call you an angle from heaven or a devil, to tempt me run into love.

No filmy dialogues, but a true word, I may not put your feet on my head, I may not carry you to the bed, I may not get you chocolates every time you smile, but surely I’ll love you even in your 60’s. Not that flesh what matters to me, but you.

Every girl’s a princess to her father, but basically I’m no prince or king but I’ll always be your father in need, and a mother indeed.

Love you loads and lots… seeking a chance where I can come and peep into your eyes, and then bestow at my knee, not to ask you to love me, but to plead you to try me, your heart’s broken and I know that, and one thing I wanted to tell you is that I’ve it’s pieces, someday sometime hope I’ll be able to fix it.

To, a special person
My unconditional love to a girl and people can name her Priya…;)

#stay_smiling

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