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He smells like the sun.
Like a ray of sunlight in the winter noon.
Like a cool breeze in the hot summer.
A hot cup of tea in the monsoon and a blooming flower in the spring.
He is the perfect storm my soul would love to tangle in.
The calmness my bewildered soul would live in. His soul is as calm as a monastery.
Those glistening eyes of him takes me to a different world every time I peek into.
A world where everything is merrier.
A world where my masks are of no value.
An abode for my soul.
Those arms of him, strong like the will power of a winner, holds me tight and pulls me out from the intoxicated mob.
Boosts my strength like the horsepower, every time our fingers are intertwined.
The perfect curve of his lips is as beautiful as a crescent moon.
A smile I can greet death for.
A smile worth fighting for.
The beat of his heart is as loud as a drum played in an empty room but makes my soul as calm as millpond.
The feeling of his warm skin on my skin is as peaceful as a dove.
Air filled with melancholy and wrangle may iterate but my love for you stays round the clock. You're the hope people pray for, the warmth winter nights crave for.
You're the other piece Zeus lop my soul from. The ecstasy to live for.
Hold my hand as tight as can be, as we dive into eternity.
