Two hearts started to pound
Lubdub....Lubdub.....Lubdub....
Words melted in silence
Myraid rose petals fell down
Waves of music from all over
Whispers of sweet Nightingale's song.
Two gleaming eyes, met each other
Shon as the golden sun
The world around blurred to infinity
And everything stopped.
Couple of investigations with 'Scotland yard'
Experiencing the theories of ' Sherlock Holms'
Digging and digging to find her information
Master plans to meet her up
On a gloomy day, you would tell her what's in your heart
Drops of sweat wet your arms
Prayed and prayed, day and the night
For her to turn up as you like
Exchanging swift kisses,
Beautiful words you would speak
Just to keep her attraction
You would even, kill the king
Aren't you being too selfish?
How do you know what's in her heart
Isn't this too speedy?
Can't this just be a crush, not real love?
In this remarkable piece of writing,You've captured the way in which a guy really contrives to get the best out of a long-awaited encounter which is really interesting to observe being such a stupid guy myself
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