a smooth breeze was an indication of the changing time,
all that signaled that he was mine;
for whom i waited so long,
was here but something was wrong;
he dint have a kingdom,
neither attracted stardom;
he was not whom i dreamed of,
still he pulled me off;
to the deep trust in his eyes,
which never said lies;
he loves me a lot,
but he himself has forgot,
now it is as real as his thoughts,
that he loves me a lot!!!
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