As the endless night beckoned…

As the endless night beckoned, 
Enveloping me in it’s cold embrace, 
One thing kept me sane, 
A glimmer of hope, of grace, 
That when the morning finally came, 
I would have the chance to peer, 
Into the deep fathomless pools that are your eyes, 
And as I looked at the sunrise, 
A nameless elation did arise, 
And I looked upon your face, 
Wiping out the cold night’s last remaining trace.

– Yash Chheda

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