When you were trying your new shirt.
The childish delight written all over you face,
Like you’re beholding a cherished possession.
I fell in love with you.
The last time you puckered your lips,
When assembling your papers,
In frown and in attention,
Eyes brought close, brows stitched taut.
And the iris inert, like you had no thought I was near.
I fell in love with you.
The last time you walked out of the shower,
Running into the room shivering,
and quivering off the dainty droplets,
That gleamed in the morning ray.
I fell in love with you.
The last time you rang the bell,
And I opened the door to find you
With that hood on your head
Dripping water down to your face
And gliding towards your lips
That beamed in a big smile.
I fell in love with you.
The last time you stopped in the middle of the road,
And asked me “do you know how much I love you ?”
How it felt all over again,
To know what you are,
To know what it means to be yours.
To be who I am,
and know that I needn’t change.
Coz you love me just the way I am.
And I do for who you are.
And I do for who you are.
The last time I felt this way,
Which perhaps was last night...
I knew I was in love all over again.
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