Born to be loved; bound to love
~Raunak Chopra
When she said she loved
The sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars,
And the wind in her hair, whistling by
And quiet sunsets, bold sunrises,
Was that she wished to be amongst them,
Not just in body but in soul,
In the clouds drifting away
And in the last rays of the sun from the horizon
And in the twinkling of the furthest star.
When she said she loved all this
She loved it so fiercely
She wanted to be as close as she could.
When she said she loved all this
She pleaded,
To be loved how she loved.
Fiercely and wholly with the wind in her hair, whistling by.
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