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Its undefined may be, but
its true
I ask myself what kind of love am I in
Never to meet her,
Never to see in those eyes
Never to have glimpse of her smiling
Never an ear for her sensual whispers
Never to hold her in my arms ever
Never to love her from so close
Never, may be not ever
She may never become mine for ever
But its true I love her.
So what love is this
felt from this great distance
without facing the object of my affection
I fell
Fell in with all my heart
not for what ordinary world looks in her
but for the extraordinary in her
that special her, may be only I could see
I feel good around her
She parses me , I feel so
A compassion brewing up
An affection
Never am I judged
Criticized I am for my betterment
I love her simply
simply because the thought of having her is so lovely
simply because she is touches my heart
clearly because with her, I am what I am
I know i may never have her
Never will she ever say those words to me
Never she may heartily mean them
Forever I may be loved as friend
But may be her whole life I can never befriend
Ask or beg for it not I
No use desiring what she cannot give to me
Nor will I always keep giving,
as I will hardly get back
But I want to let her know, i feel it
What I feel its true
and it just so happens that these feelings are for her
Till the time you can bear to listen
or till the second I will stop saying
I want to tell you
Its you whom I desire
Its you whom I love
5th Oct' 2002
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