Eyes portray simplicity, view touches sky,
Proud far away, temper cool as winds of bay,
Black hair embellish attractive touch,
Everyone gaze at her face, How do I? Express her grace,
When I walk down road by side,
I think of her as if, “Wants to meet me, but just want to hide”,
become her mate, be as a friend,
in need submit my hand, before she falls I will stand,
in scorching heat and in rain of life, in every season,
in every opinion and every reason,
in every happiness, in every sorrows,
in my every this day and every tomorrow, “I love you !”
Memoirs haunts though the years may pass,
Give me thee ! Give me thee !
If god wishes me to ask.
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