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Why Don't You See
Why do you always gauge me just by the complexion of my lips; Why don't you see the blistering passion fulminating passionately inside?
Why do you always gauge me just by the color of my mascara; Why don't you see the overwhelming empathy lingering in my eyes?
Why do you always gauge me just by the height I possessed; Why don't you see the unsurpassably towering perceptions of your enchanting persona that circulated in my mind?
Why do you always gauge me just by texture of my skin; Why don't you see the profusely crimson blood flowing inside in my veins; the compassionate ardor
impregnated within for your magnificent form?
Why do you always gauge me just by the shades of my nail polish; Why don't you see the poignantly sprouting edges ready to fight for you and defend you at any time?
Why do you always gauge me just by the wealth I had stashed; the cars I drove; Why don't you see the astronomical affluence stored in my soul; ready to help you even after my death?
Why do you always gauge me just by the gloss of my hair; Why don' t you see the intricate brain embodied inside evolving fantasies concerning only you all the time?
Why do you always gauge me just by spurious slang in my voice; Why don't you see the effusive agony uncontrollably gushing out the instants I spoke?
Why do you always gauge me just by the jewelry I adorned; Why don't you see each droplet of tear which oozed out of my eye; each globule of silver sweat which dribbled from my arms; was profoundly dedicated to your divinely grace?
Why do you always gauge me just by the number of places I had traveled to by air; Why don't you see the infinite expeditions I was willing to undertake under the scorching heat of sweltering Sun; hoisting you on my bare shoulder?
Why do you always gauge me just by the bodyguards and cavalcade that relentlessly followed me; Why don't you see the life I was ready to sacrifice this very moment; in order to save you from the tiniest of evil?
Why do you always gauge me just by the scintillating shine of my teeth; Why don't you see the ghastly shell I was ready to break and chew; so that you drank the
stupendously sweet water?
Why do you always gauge me just by the design of my garish shoe; Why don't you see my feet which were ready to walk absolutely naked on a blanket of acrid thorns; so that you slept celestially on the golden couch?
Why do you always gauge me just by the contours of my swanky watch; Why don't you see my pulse that ticked faster than the speed of light; sped more turbulently
than the shark in the ocean the very instant it witnessed your mesmerizing countenance?
Why do you always gauge me just by the scent I sprinkled; Why don't you see the incredulously fervent aroma that diffused from my nostrils when you were
standing at whisker lengths across my shoulder?
Why do you always gauge me just by the business acumen I possessed; Why don't you see that I was ready to unflinchingly take on the mantle of this entire world;
to savor a chance of perpetually hovering around your voluptuous demeanor?
Why do you always gauge me just by the fraternity of food I consumed for each meal in the day; Why don't you see the infinite hours that I was prepared to remain starved; so that you relished the tantalizing cherry of your choice?
Why do you always gauge me just by the pen I stuck to my persona; Why don't you see the overwhelming zeal in my fingers to write a book on your fascinating life;
all on my own?
And why do you always gauge me just by the shirt I wore to engulf my visage; Why don't you see the madly throbbing heart inside my chest; whose each beat was
profoundly yours; whose each throb wanted to immortally capture your love and make it for always mine?
Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 15, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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