Her...

Shaanvi Rai
Oct 2, 2025
1 min read

He loves her for the way she laughs

And for the spark in her eyes, above her freckled nose.

He knows she wouldn't glance at him

Or his wrinkled clothes.

She is determination and spark,

Raspberry with a little bit of rum.

She looks at the world,

Like its hers to run.

He aches for her to look at him

For, she is his world.

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