I keep playing with words,
Writing proses,
Composing poetries,
Never missing an opportunity
To win your glance,
Through my vocable’s stance.

I spell my heart,
And pen my soul
To accost your attention,
to coax you and cajole.

While I was busy
Weaving our love nest,
You were too engrossed
Combing your crest,

The difference being,
I played with words,
And you played with my heart.

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