A dream collated recently
Of wishes from the past
Wishes I had asked for
But forgotten in the yacht
Contentment is the feel
That best describes the craving
Of living your fantasies in real
The magic of believing
Commitments, though passive
Dominant, yet submissive
The melting in your arm
Content, yes I am
It’s a pious nourished farm
A farm where the fodder
Comprises of all the fight
I know how much they bother
But that one magical sight
And lean on your shoulder
Was an eternal delight!!
Content, yes I am
And will always proclaim!!
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