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My imagination shall function the stars to write your name on the night sky
An imprint on the fabric of reality as concrete as the road that led me to your doorstep
It is no mistake if you believe in fate, but let my few sentences clarify that it is you I want
Selfish as it is, I'm hell-bent on defining forever with you.
And maybe this is just another love poem; but I've found love to have resonated with my pen when you capture the very fibres of my soul
So while music is my therapy, you are the music I would listen to for a lifetime
But you are more than therapy, just so you know. Imprints of ink can tell a story of the road of walked
No one acknowledges that their broken until they have to grow And my ego says I've grown enough,
but nothing is enough if it is not you.
