It's your kind gestures that make my wound appears to be healing.
Not just fluttering of heart beat or warm cozy hugs,
You make me happy even when everything sucks.
Maybe just with your short words you did something nobody ever could,
Now I'm even fallen in love with your lousy appearance, that blue jeans and that grey hood.
You push aside all my worries just with your unintentional gaze,
You don't even know yet how much those eyes make me haze.
Sometimes it's your shyness, sometimes it's your untamed wildness,
But every side of you looks new to me.
Known for pouring my heart out to everyone,
But with you I can't apprise the phrase that I love thee.
- Kajal Panwar
