Believe this kind of stuff

You are still a stranger to me baby
But you are my sweet dream O my baby
I look for you in the reality
I look for you in the megacity

Believe this kind of stuff
I am your better half
I wait for you all night
To feel I am alright

Suddenly I have found a clue
Your two eyes are sky-blue

I am your better half
I ask for your sweet love
I wait for you all day
My soul goes far away

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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