With a touch of my grace,
You'll like me more because i treat you like a fragile piece of glass.
I actually thought you will be there all the time, for me.
Till it seems like my short absence is a long gone.
A smile on my face makes your heart beats faster.
 I mean alot to you, isn't it.
Have i changed alot?
From appearance to behaviours?
Have my words that when it comes to the heart, its still me all along.
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