Him!❤️

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I knew he loved me — oh, he truly did,
Yet I found myself in battles I never hid.
I questioned, doubted, voiced my plea,
That his love wasn’t enough for me.

Not that his heart ever turned away,
But mine kept aching, day by day.
For more of him, I longed, I yearned,
In love's own fire, I silently burned.


-- Nidhiya's Amma 

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