Thinking of him seems absurd to me.
His eyes were filled with mischeif,
But his words were authoritative.
Adrenaline rushing through my body at his sight,
Felt like a daily adventure.
A burst of laughter was all that was needed to cool down;
To predict him had become a daily chore,
The cheerful him always made everyone happy.
Only one gaze and everything else forgotten,
For he was a blessing in disguise.
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A/N : I am really not skilled or blessed with poet instictions but still I am trying to make the best out of what I have.
Please give your honest opinions.
