my 11/29
I am really happy I have you;
It is by all means, a privilege of two
I thought we are as if as perfect as what other think,
Of me and you, of you and me, all was at brink.
But all was blinded, all was not fair.
My “me and you” was all an affair.
What a sad flight said the moon to the stars,
What love brought to that lady, is all but scars.
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