Heeding to the curiosity of people wondering when, why and where?
Do I have to worry about them or even care
When all I should think about is how lucky I am to have him here.
All the blues vanish into a blossom pink
When he spells love with a lip sync
Should I ever open my eyes I often think
Lest he vanish again when I blink
- Harsha
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