He just looks at me,
like I’m the purpose he’d been looking for, all his life.
Like all the beauty, resides in my eyes.
He speaks a thousand words, just sitting across me as he stares,
While our lips, practices the art of being mute, speech impaired.
There’s this sparkle in his eyes, that makes the sky filled with million stars, fade away too,
and I always know exactly what he’s trying to say,
so I just softly whisper,
“Baby, I love you too.”
-Akanksha Gulia
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