even with the way he moves.

I'm in love with his whole being,

I'm in love with him.

I'm in love with the way she treats me,

and with the way she understand me.

I'm in love with her whole personality,

I'm in love with her.

It is easy to fall in love,

to be blanketed by love,

to be blinded by love,

and to be moved by love.

But effort even without love moves me the most of all.

When she is willing to stay by my side,

and wait for my guardian to arrive,

despite the cold,

or the pouring rain.

When he tries and spends his time,

searching for remedies,

to my dramatic motion sickness,

despite the deadlines he has.

When they are willing to please,

whatever the occasion is,

even if it is tight from their budget,

just to see me smile.

When he listens to my chitchats,

the nonsense and the pitpats,

watches the reels I send,

even if there is nothing I tend.

They are average,

not the crush of campus,
or fit for the olympus,

they are too lowkey and just on the edge.

Never the center of attention,

or the talk of the show,

but they fill up my mind,

and often make me blind.

"Why do you like them?",
they often say,
"Why them?",
dissappointment been conveyed.

Not pretty, not handsome,
rude, cold, conserved,
turn off, red flagged,
never have been put for ransom.

I never fell for their looks,
being a celebriy never took me hooks,
don't be puzzled as to why I liked you,
it is how you treated me for all I knew.

Treated me right,
with all your might,
within you powers,
effort is what I cower.

Thank you for all the effort given to me,
the time, the money, the mind, the soul,
don't worry, I notice, I see,
because that's the reason I fell, despite it all.











- believe it when he/she said I fell in love with your personality, not your looks :]