The mishappened love
Some love stories are best left incomplete

Something about you, I don’t know what Created an impression on my heart
From lurking in the shadows, you stepped into the sunshine And you seemed to be just the guy I always imagined
Turmoil in your heart but the calm on the face So much to feel, but so less to say The mischief in the eyes and glances so intense The touch so loving but no-fucks pretence
I wonder if it’s real, little or more How come I didn’t feel this way before? Where were you hiding so much warmth of yours? Do you feel the same or I feel this more?
I wonder if it’s real- the touch, hugs and kiss, Will the distance make it fonder or make it weak? Would we remember the feeling and will we miss? Is this the love long-delayed or just a flirtatious streak?
