Though am not much into love and stuff but, found this in my archive so thought of sharing it here! Something i wrote back in college days!
He Kept me in the pocket of his ripped jeans,
The incident happened when I was in my pre-teens
It was just like a breath of fresh air,
It’s the time when, from those window panes, we use to share glares
Where I stood & waited for so long,
Because he told me to wait for him to come along!!