Only if you know me,
You’d know how much I love the beach.
And If you’d be with me, you’d see me sitting by the sand letting the waves touch me,
You’d see my wet hair curl up and would know how much I love hiding my face behind it.
Only if you know me,
You’d know how much I love to dance,
And that drinking was always an excuse to get on the floor,
I would match my steps with yours in my heels and would hope for you to lead me.
Only if you know me,
You’d know I silently wake up at night just to gaze at the moon,
And that I smell my books before and after I have read them.
Only if you know me,
You’d know what hopeless romantic means,
And that when you go back home, you’ll see a kind of mark on your lips, the kind that doesn’t come off easy.
Maham Amjad 