It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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Could you get me a glass of ice please?

Why?

Don’t tell me I need to give my reasons.

Yes, for every why requires an answer.

Well, wanted to check if it melts the same way.

In that case, it’s just the way question gets answered.

Spill not a drop

Not anymore,

For reasons may wary….

Their eyes remained focussed

Where the ice met the glass.

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