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The Constant Factor

A gem so precious, a girl so young and beautiful
No adjective can describe you as my brain would yearn
No experience can paint pictures of how a darling you are
But hey
You don't need words to describe you
For you don't need the words to speak
In your silence I get to know you better
In your silence I tend to hear much about you.
The likes the dislikes
The punch the punchlines,
All that you like,,its only in your world that we get to know.

Today I remembered,
That one day I tried to hit on you,,I guess I still would be if not the prevailing circumstances
My wish to see you happy
My dreams to see you successful
My prayers that you don't get lost in this confused world of ours.
I think you need to know the truth about you.
And the truth is you are just you
Trying to fit in may deprive the world of a rare specie of mankind
Oooh my, who ever met a girl so kind?

Talking too much will see me lose plot
But failing to point out the following about you will see me lose you. So let me do it in words.

In your friendship I find sweet companion
In your time, I find the meaning of life
In our conversations, I find insightful thoughts.
Lets not lose sight, lets not forget that its because of you I have a close friend
Lets strive to ensure realness prevails.

I would have written a lot about you, but I pray for life so that we could have more of the positive vibes together.

*_Doluh words_*

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