My first poem.. My love

Alright.. this is my first attempt to write a poem.. of course picturizing a fictional character in my head.. do not assume things and have your brain cells jumping around! You can say that this is an effect of the sudden rains in Chennai.

I am in Love,
I always will be
And the only person I can think of
Is you, MY LOVE

When I am sad,
My heart is filled with sorrow
The only person

Who can uncry my tears
Is you, MY LOVE

When I am happy,
My stomach feels like a whirlwind
Filled with Glee and Joy
The only person I would
Share it with
Is you, MY LOVE

When i see your picture
My heart skips a beat
This is when I know
That it is you,
I have waited for ALL MY LIFE

When I hear your voice
My heart beats rapidly
That is when i feel
You are mine and only mine, MY LOVE

You have always been there for me
I wish you always will be

Promise never to let go of me,
For, I shall be gone
Without you beside me, MY LOVE

Romantic ain't it :).. thanks to Chennai am a poet now :D

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