​His heart; it had captivated my soul.
A utopia made from my sanity that he stole.
A blink of his eye and my lips would curl up.
A kiss of his lips and my eyes would light up.
Lost in dreams of the fairyland,
A place where even I could lead a music band!
My sanity, he stole; my heart, cocooned in a mould.
The zeal of his love was so rich, costlier even than pure gold.
He’s my muse, since happiness is everything he’s ever gave.
He’s my master and I’m his loyal slave.

©The Honest Fabler
©Cover credits- Google Images


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