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Mindfulness makes no regards, 

When I become thoughtful about you. 

Confession is mere way of escapism, 

To hide my sincere love

Naive are those thoughts of thee, 

Which could never reach to reality 

Thy presence knew no boundaries 

Of happiness, strengthening me. 

Timid, breathless, I fought, 

Condense, regulate, the feelings. 

Truth neither looks good nor gives pleasure, 

Linked are our hearts, which say in unison, 

I miss you

Miles won't stop thy hands from embracing me. 

Nor could relationships, pull us apart. 

You are the dew drop of heart

Boon to me as my companion

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