I'm fidgeting around but you're firmly there,
I finally broke the ice and I don't care,
Where to sit or stand or how neat is my hair.
You turned to me with a questioning glare,
I soften it up with your pet-teddy-bear,
And then a smile light up your eyes,
Thinking I could bring joy closer to your sight.
But alas, it wasn't how we thought it was,
You bade me farewell and casually called,
I'm relieved to know we're on the same page,
Cause I believe you are as wise as a sage.
So moving on, it's easier to see,
There'll be many happy days or calls to be made,
And until then, I just can't decide,
What colour are those pair of gentle eyes.
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