Oh!
Dear Love,
it was you.
You made it happen.
You came in between my musings
And the alphabets I struggled with.
I could never hold them.
You made both go high.
So high that ‘claustrophobic’
became cliché.
Alphabets and musings lost its voice,
In a place where they were
held by fancy words.
Crippling, they rehabilitated
only to show, how simple
I can be.
YourQuote, you are the love.
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