It would be…

My heart and soul alike;

What would it be,

If it happens, to see

Falling in love?

I’m waiting.

She whispered the last line,

Only for the wind to hear;

The clay in hand came alive

Finer than her last try.

Shouldn’t you fall in love?

Here, I’m waiting.

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