It was when I met you,
the lost ghost amidst meddlers
found its soul.
It was when I met you,
the eyes no longer wander.
Instead, it stares at the beauty
no one could comprehend.
Nobody could promise us happiness,
nor joy.
They do not know the feeling
to breathe love in air.
It was when I met you,
I know who I want to spend
my days with.
To linger then, till death.
// Responding Shakespeare //
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