I received your letter, so shall I start?

I know what she feels, but she doesn't know it's real

I know she is unhealed, all her pain, I wanna steal

Me and those toys and trains, are still waiting for you

Memories of our lunchboxes, our eye-locks were true

And I wish for you to hold my hand every time I see a star

No need to know my favourites, everything tastes amazing in your jar

I see you with lens of beauty and miracle

I see you like no one, it's lovely and lyrical

Grant me, and I'll take you to my home with me

You'll be my queen, I'll prove it, you'll see

Ring is a small wish, I'll surrender myself, my soul

"A poem", my dear? You are my every GOAL

Yes, one day, we will, really forget the whole world

We would sit one day and talk, but nothing sad or whirled

I received your letter, so shall I start?

Should I express what's inside, and freeze my heart?

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A/N:

This poem is a reply to my previous poem, Sir Calvin gave me the idea of doing this, and I enjoyed it!