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Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz

 Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz ezksg
(lifelong treasure of destiny, in a slow play)

Of all things that lapsed, this one took its time,
Multiple instances that we could have met,
But circumstances did not permit.
Once stood a few inches away from you on
That night on stage but fate did not allow.

Call it Fate or destiny
But this one really did took a slow play.
When it came, it played differently
As this one started as a rivalry.
You hated me so much
that a mention of me sent you angry.

We tested each other,
being tangents to one another.
But little did I know,
that our rivalry would go the other.

The agitation turned to become
a strong admiration,
your wit and mind is truly
something to see.
That our conversations
would go from one to many.
non-stop.

That admiration i feared
has started to become
this intoxicating infatuation
that from morning till night
it's your attention I scurry

Then it went, a scary confession
that might blow.
Cause little did I know my admiration
has a become a full pledge aspiration.
Finding myself thinking
of what conversation
could get your attention
at that became the routine of each morning.

Even beyond 365
that same maddening admiration
that has caught me in action
continues to bring me a jumpee sensation.
A hundred folds over and you’re always the reason.


p.s.

it is not something that develops overtime, it’s something that happens instantaneously. It causes you to swirl in the river after a storm. Filling you and emptying you all at once. You feel throughout your body. In your hands, in your, in your stomach, in your skin, you just doesn’t know when or where and every does find theirs eventually.


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