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She was right here,

To hold her hand I went closer,

But she shrank herself so tight,

Like a touch-me-not.

I love her and this thought,

Was driving me like a robot,

I didn’t care about her feelings just then,

But now for upsetting her I feel a little pain.

Perhaps she wanted me closer too,

Yet a fence of religion was between the two,

Of us that did the job of the guardian,

Letting her keep distance again and again.

I felt like kissing her on the forehead,

When I tried her cheeks like ruby went red,

May the catalyst was her beauty,

That kept dragging me towards her frequently.  

I covered my conscience with a thick rug,

And went for a sweet hug,

Shy she was like Marvell’s ‘coy mistress’ reborn,

I let her know of my love for her soon.