We are more than sunlit afternoons
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
my heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
The above poem is a snippet of an old poem which can also be found here on this blog if you wish to look 🙂
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