By Shriyam Shukla
The wishes left over in my mind
It Is precious to reach your heart.
The wishes to see you happy all the time
Fulfill my warm desire, even in the darkest times.
The darkest times become easy for me
When you smile all out at me.
The language of your smile
Defeats my fears for a while.
The fear of losing you makes me cry;
It pounds my heart unbearably high.
The pounding of my heart when I hold your hands
Describes the commitment written in heaven's plans.
The mathematician inside me cannot calculate
The length of our love, destined by fate.
By Shriyam Shukla
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