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To be loved by ME 🀍



In the cosmos of my soul, You're a star I've mapped, 

A forever muse, in every breath, every heartbeat, trapped. 

My love is an alchemy - it transmutes your past, 

Into a constellation where only your best will last. 

You'll see yourself through eyes that rewrite the script, 

Where shadows become light, and flaws turn to exquisite gift. 

The potential you didn't see, I'll unveil it with each glance, 

A hidden universe where your true self takes its chance. 

My affection is a prism - it sculpts the raw clay, 

Moulding you into beauty, night and endless day. 

The things you've done, the mistakes, the weight, 

I'll dissolve them in love's fire, till only essence remains. 

You won't recognise the love you bring to me,

 A force so pure, so fierce, it'll set your soul free. 

It's not about deserving - it's about how I'll adore, 

Till you see yourself as the treasure I've seen before. 

This is the love that defies time and space, 

A theorem of devotion with no bounds, no place. 

You'll be the canvas, and I'll be the art, 

Together, we'll create a love that will forever start. 

And in this love, I'll be the giver, the keeper, the flame, 

A love so fierce, it will forever remain. 


I wish for love like mine, a heart that beats like this, 

For I'd wage wars, cross oceans, to love one who loves like I do. 

Until Then!



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  1. Look who's backkkkk
    With a bangggg ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  2. 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

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  3. Ohhh to be loved by you 🀌🏻🀌🏻🀌🏻
    🫣🫣 or someone like u ❤️πŸ₯°

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  4. PreciousπŸ’—πŸŽ€

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  5. Kahan thi aap ....
    Iss dafa zakhm pr namak chidakne ki jagah marham laga diya 😍

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  6. Mesmerizing ✨

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  7. As beautiful as you❤️

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  8. Craving this kinda love ❤️

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