His Heart
Amazing and beautiful, Not a flower or tree, Much prettier than that, I can see your pure heart. When you talked to me at first, I felt you are rude, By knowing more and more I knew your heart, The more I talk the more I knew. I felt good talking with you and spending some time, There was no one who talked to me like this before, There were mixed emotions that ran in my blood, What is it called? What is this relationship called? Is this just friendship or something else? Where will this relationship leads us? Should I talk to you again or stop talking to you?
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