Dedicated, Yet Again

To the misspelt and misunderstood
Yet understood.
To the unsaid and unheard
Yet heard.
To the counting of stars on fingers
To the insomniac wild imagination
To the small little fights
To the unprecedented exhilarating joy
To creating memories out of everyday nothings
To each moment of pain
To the overpowering pangs of separation
To the passage of untamable time
To the inexplicable yet intuitive partnership
To yesterday, today and tomorrow
Yet again
To the sin of unconditional loving
A sin to continue forever..

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