her body drew me in,
but her mind,
her mind holds me tight.
It is there I find her properly
not in big words,
but in small talks,
in the way she listens
and makes simple things feel important.
Loving her is not something fast,
not something that comes and goes.
It is a choice I keep making,
even in ordinary days,
even in silence.
It is not just how she looks,
but how she thinks,
how she speaks,
how she makes me think more than I used to.
She stays with me after she leaves,
in small moments of the day,
in random thoughts,
in things I suddenly want to tell her.
And I keep going back to her,
not because I have to,
but because with her,
life feels real, calm, and enough.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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