Poem: If someone’s running in your mind while you’re reading this, THAT’S HER!

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She is  Magic
You’ll look for her in every other girl you encounter,
But never will you ever find someone like her.

 Cause she is like the cool breeze of the Atlantic
That lands upon your face on a hot summer day.
She is like the sand of Sahara 
That has the smell of all the territories it covers,
And yet has a unique smell of its own
So fresh, so pure, almost divine.

 You hold her too tight, and she’s gone
You don’t hold her at all, still she’s gone.
Cause she has both Atlantic and Sahara in her.
Delicate and fragile like a snowflake, and yet so beautiful.

 She is like the most perfect cup of tea you’ve ever had,
With the perfect hint of ginger,
That’ll leave you wanting more, and in no time she’ll be your habit.

 You seem to be the happiest around her, that will make you doubt,
Doubt about how happy you are, and if that is for real.
You might start to fear of your happiness,
Cause you’ve never been this happy all your life.
But this is the magic she creates, she’s an enchantress.

 She is not perfect, but she seems to be perfect for you.
You laugh more often when she’s around,
You forget all the sorrows of the world when you lay on her laps,
She sings you the perfect lullaby and you’ll sleep like a baby,
And she’ll watch you sleep as you melt slowly in her arms.

 You’ll never forget your first kiss with her.
Cause she does it like it’s an art, and she’s the master.
That perfect lip bite she gives you in the middle of the magic she does,
Will leave you craving for more.
That perfect hair pull, that perfect wilderness she has, 
The way she shows how much she wants you,
You’ll definitely dream of that moment again and again.
-Martina Gautam

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  1. Saubhagya MallaApril 12, 2019 at 6:54 AM

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    Always been a fan of your writings. So glad that you're back. I hope you won't go missing again.
    Lots of love.
    -Your old friend.

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  2. Martina GautamApril 12, 2019 at 7:44 AM

    Oh my god! Hi, and thank you so much. I will try my best to write on a regular basis. And thanks again.

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