Albeit the gesture of my hand,

Falls short to reach you at the moment,

My heart’s heart does know,

You are a priceless bestowment!


As the grains of sand,

Cuddle the moonlight with care,

I hold your matchless memories,

In a bank called heart so rare!


The heart of mine keeps beckoning you,


And lets me have a fresh deja vu!

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