It rained that night when you held me close.
Close enough to hear my fears scream
I had fluttered like a bird enchained, till
You hugged me to a lull in a thespian moment
Fear melted away, giving way to the rhapsody of pain
I loved you some more that day
I remember that winter when we hiked in snow
My fingers turned pale in the icy chill
You sat me down on a ledge and breathed me warm
Then you secured my palms deep in your pockets
And we walked a crazy walk..
I loved you some more that day
When we crossed busy streets
You'd dread an erred judgment
And with a firm clasp you would
Steer me around and manoeuvre my being
As if I was your most precious slave
I loved you some more those days
As you ate your meal, I fondly remember,
You'd plunge your fingers in the curry
My nurturer was now a child aged three,
And I'd silently smile at the sight before me.
You were adamant on your eating style
And I loved you some more those times
Once in a secluded corner, you whispered to me..
Beseeching from me an amorous kiss
I was cruel enough to torture you my love
And all I granted was a faint peck on the cheek
You sighed, were tormented - but acted gay
I loved you some more that day
I recall a time, when we had fought
Over a bitter discord on a political thought
Three days of lonely, lonesome nights had passed
Fourth day I noticed a white envelop.
Hidden beneath a green potted shrub
It was a letter wrote in prose to say-
"I love you more each passing day".
---might or might not be continued.. who knows?
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