As much as you smile and laugh at the old jokes
Teasing and playful pokes,
It will never be like before
It will never be ok
The passion, the intimacy you and I indulge in,
I wish to keep it to me, just me
But, what right I have
How can I possess
With arms stretched, I can stand all my life,
Only to know, you don’t wish to be in my hug
Each moment unfolds a story,
Soon, a new moment, with a new story
I look forward to it, with all my glory.
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