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And there were times when 

I used to walk through your house street

My heart used to skip a beat

I used to feel your presence

But now i miss that love's essence

Maybe we don't get much time to chat

And I seriously miss that

But still I remember your talks often in a day

I still remember you in my busiest hour of my day

Maybe now I don't write much for you

But still my heart weaves words for you

Maybe I don't feel love from you anymore

But still I will love you selflessly even more

 

How can I just...

How can I just let you go

When, Every time I talk to you, my face starts to glow

And when you have become my poem's verse

Leaving writing those cannot cause me more worse

How can I just stop talking to you

When my love have so much for you grew

How can I just see you sad

When it seems to you that is good to put it all to end

It would not be just an end

But end of infinite feelings which were exchanged

End of my feelings for you, which will then become estranged

And an end of a heart which used to beat at a time

Like once a "poem" used to rhyme

In an era...

In an era full of variables
I will be constant in your all lives
Like a pole star shinning high up in air
I too will be always there

In an era full of hatred
My love for you will never fade
Like the sun spreading sunshine
I too will take care if you are fine

In an era where I love writing poems
I still love my poem ❤