His Love

We met and something contrasting we felt.

It was the date which we never thought for.

The feeling was more likely like I felt something special.

His hands touching my fingers were like I was told to go on a certain track by him just like my dad taught.

His love was seriously not compatible to any other human being I ever met.

His way of taunting on silly things made me mad for his love.

His forehead kisses were heaven just like the stars falling.

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Nodoby could judge us how we were because more than anyone we knew how we become from his /her to us.