Do I look good to you my love, even after these many days apart
Or has another found a place in your heart that I am erased
In your presence I become clay, as your glance touches me
Pray tell, why have you not for so long called out for me
He looks at her and smiles gently, his eyes are transfixed on her, captivated by her loving presence. It paints his eyes a shade of golden sunsets, his lips move in silent mutterings. He stretches out his hand, yet somehow holds it back right before it touches her shoulders. His eyes reek of a wanting of her amorous embrace. His heart speaks
Priye, my heart wouldn't even know love if it wasn't for you
For only you rekindle the fire of my very existence
No one compares to the hurt being away from you causes
You are the very light that sets my heart on fire
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