Sort-of Love

I was stunned when I saw you for the first…
Didn’t know your name, wasn’t even hoping to,
No one ever knows strangers,
A stranger you were,
Sort-of alluring,
Sort-of  fascinating,
& you know you are so…
A stranger who crosses paths,
Doesn’t make a pass or doesn’t give a smile,
A stranger, per se…

That was a natural accident-
To know your name,
Be your friend,
Be stunned again & again, as I did the very first time,
That’s an asset feeling,
You may not be knowing what it exactly is-
It’s sort-of attraction,
sort-of passion,
& sort-of love…

& I feel more…
& It’s,  Sort-of Love…

Abstract:- Love.

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