It’s about my heart pounding swiftly,
while I’m in the moment to write this for you.
It’s about my breath becoming deep,
deeper than the oceans.
It’s about my fingers,
quivering slightly over the keys.
It’s about my chest,
facing a burden that none can replace.
It’s about what revolves around my vision,
during the dreamy hours of the day.
It’s about how sensitive,
how tender the affection is.
It’s about what my heart has for you,
and only for you.
Maryam Haider XI O A
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