Aryan Dhami

Romance

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Aryan Dhami

Romance

Come To Me

Come To Me

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Not the first time you have gone far,

Distance makes feel each minute an hour,

Though we were in contact by phone,

Knowing you are away makes me lone.


Longing to get your glimpse,

Big shiny eyes, sparse eyebrows and rosy lips,

Standing by my side measuring height,

Fighting tooth and nail during pillow fight.


You miss me even when we are close,

Anger turns you red as a rose,

Now I know how you felt,

A sense of loneliness that I have dealt.


Come to me as soon as you can,

I will close my eyes and count to ten,

Fellings for you are getting stronger each day,

You are a caring, loving and bidding bae.



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