This is a poem based on a new form of writing. Every line starts and ends with a vowel.

It ought to be true,
Adoration pure as white hue
Eyes sing a tune
Enchanting like a sand dune…..

It ought to be true
If I say I like you,
Emotions flowing with a river like pace
Every void, you fill in the space…..

Uncountable moments of unfiltered solace,
Every sip of tea by the window shade
Assurance of reading the silent tune
Amused by you filling up the empty space…..

It ought to be true
If I say I cherish you,
I hide, still you find me,
I am speechless still you decipher me!

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