I love these rains.
And I love your brain.
And, I love you.
I like your smile.
You loathe my style.
Yet, I love you.
Your chai is nice.
On my Insta feed you add spice.
That's why, I love you.
Your laugh has that innocense.
Sometimes your logic has less common sense.
But still, I love you.
Touching your hair gets you ired.
Of my shaitani you are never tired.
Since then, I love you.
Caring for me in ways myriad.
Like soothing me in depressed periods.
Because you know, I love you.
You and I, one kambal, entwined in a bundle.
House so alone, like it's the middle of the jungle.
Shouting and whispering, I love you.
Holding down my wrists tight.
Never letting me win a play fight.
Let go, I told you, I love you.
C'mon, I've already said it times nine!
Daily, at 11:11, I wish for you to be forever mine.
Knowing that, I love you.
I hope you never grow restless,
of hearing in ways countless.
That I,... love you.
- K. Shaitaan
24 July, '23, Sunday.
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