The Sketch

Dense, dark woods of your hair

Lonesome-ness on face, yet fair

Your glittery eyes, crystal clear

Miles far away, still so near

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Your lost visions,and deep looks

Mysterious smile like poetry of books

Glimpses of you, weaved my world

But you were an sketch!,somebody told

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Now its time to shape you wholly

Breeze of your love, touches slowly

Desire of you throughout lingers

Innocent ,magical, ones are fingers

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You are excited to be completed

To complete you,I am excited

Few more weeks to go my love

And we create our own globe !

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#For the love of Arts!!!

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