I Tiptoed To Your Heart
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I tiptoed to your
heart
and tweaked the
part
that held the main
pipe
where your Love
flowed
like a mad spout.
I took a cup and
filled
it to awesome
spills—
your Love dripped
from my hands
down to my feet.
Dear, you noticed
just now,
you asked why and
how
you had liters less
in amount.
Unaware you were
on your bed sleeping
sound—
I tiptoed to your
heart
and tweaked the
part
that held the main
pipe
where your Love
flowed
like a mad spout.
Written on December 23rd, 2013
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