Childish oriented poem! Love it!

Smile, greeted my face,
Of hers', was slowly forming a scarlet like image..
I looking constant,
While she was getting out of any maze..
I wasn't quite clear of that less cheered face,
While the atmosphere gathered haze!!!!

I made my hand,
Stand upright, to hold her,
As she wanted the care,
I just got in life,
After receiving her stare..

Now smiled in real firm,
She, lightened with hope filled buds,
Hugging me tight,
When I uttered I was real..
And not was it a dream,
As used we to see, and hear,
Even closing eyes..
But reality brought is back in stream..
Love.. love.. you form my being

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