Open Thought
I can’t say I am really lonely,
I even can’t think and say that this is growing slowly,
All I can justify, is that she is still lovely,
Always speaking politely,
And that’s what makes me love her completely.
I can’t say I am certain,
I even know I can’t afford a curtain,
I don’t love drawing this pattern,
Or even climbing a mountain,
But sooner, this, I will be able to ascertain.
I might not be, in this, well gifted,
But I know, I can’t be that complicated,
Because with time I will be nominated,
And never will I be pointed,
Rather I shall be congratulated.
When that time comes, I hope in her, good deeds I will, her, infect,
Her lifestyle, I hope never to affect,
But rather, see no defect,
Rather take her wholly and term her, perfect,
Because that’s what I can be good at, when I am in my perfect.
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