By Medha Mishra
The ‘you’ I saw
The you I wish for
You that I compare to the sweet spring day The you that I long to meet someday
Do you also burn for me as much as I do? Do you look at the moon and imagine me too?
Do you?
Do you quest to shape love with someone? And when I say I believe in Love am I the only one?
Am I?
By Medha Mishra
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