I am drawn to you, still...
Perhaps like a tattoo,
Perhaps like connecting-dots leading to lucid end...
Perhaps like a line to an exciting beginning...
Or perhaps like a sketch to a beautiful painting of what may be...
I am drawn to you, always...
For my biased heart beats for none but you,
For there's nothing clearer than the sight of you,
For the comfort you provide, with a short string of words,
For always believing in me, when I doubt myself the most.
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