By Deeshita Ghoshal
I would not mind a devil's eye on me,
If it means I get to have you eternally.
I would burn for you in the depths of hell,
If it means I get to be with you when you fell.
I would sell my soul for whatever it's worth,
If it means I get to fulfil your heart's dearth.
I would let my breath vaporize in the air,
And let my body grow cold,
Only if it means I get to warm yours,
And feel your heart intertwined with mine,
In a heavenly hold.
By Deeshita Ghoshal
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