ONE THING

 Sometimes, when I look into your eyes and they look back into mine,

 I have a feeling people often describe as butterflies in their stomach or an intensified heartbeat.

 I say ,I'm blushing under my brown skin but you can't see,

 my hands in a fist and my nails into my palms but you can't see,

 I bite my lip, compose my face and hide my anxiety so you can't see!

 So you can't see how much it means to me.

 Sometimes I think you want to.

 Not my anxiety but what's inside of me. Just like how I try to read You.

 And isn't this so precious? Just a feeling but much more than "just" and "just" can't do justice to it!

 A small spark,invisible like the cloak but with corporeal presence?

Where you and I are undeniably aware of it yet find it hard to name ?

 But aren't certain things sweet even without a name?

 Does everything need corroboration?

 It exists without validation too.

 I wonder sometimes if you feel the same.

 I think you do. I am almost sure.

Well, the mind so unquestionably is tied in an eternal alliance with the heart when it comes to you.

 For me and for you, it is simple. It is beautiful.

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