Life is always
beautiful when lived with right people,
And this supports the point to get mingle,
In spite of knowing answer, I repeatedly asked her to meet,
But every time due to some or other reason;
My love could not get ground to stand on its feet.
And this supports the point to get mingle,
In spite of knowing answer, I repeatedly asked her to meet,
But every time due to some or other reason;
My love could not get ground to stand on its feet.
One day while I was
completely engrossed in comparing her to beguiling moon,
I again asked her to meet and it was then that she said we can,
The moment she said we can the white love angles were all over me,
The moment she allowed me to meet her,
My ship was sailing on the water curves of love ocean.
I again asked her to meet and it was then that she said we can,
The moment she said we can the white love angles were all over me,
The moment she allowed me to meet her,
My ship was sailing on the water curves of love ocean.
When she said we will
meet;
I precisely jotted down the points which can enhance my expression called love towards her,
When she said we will meet;
My love multiplied all over the sky
And this bee started to aim of reaching that blue sky.
I precisely jotted down the points which can enhance my expression called love towards her,
When she said we will meet;
My love multiplied all over the sky
And this bee started to aim of reaching that blue sky.
Why I love her would
be known to her when we meet I thought,
Why red rose in my pocket is plucked for her would be revealed,
Through words when I meet her.
Every passing second then was like decades for me my friends,
It was like that moment when my soul could connect her,
It had to be the platform for me to make her mine,
When I will meet her I thought.
And then green colour platform pops up with a notification of message from her,
Stating we cannot meet now,
Since then heart has started supplying less blood to organs I believe,
Red rose has become a normal flower to me,
Moon is just a celestial object,
And life is nothing more than in taking of oxygen.
When she said we will meet
I never thought we will not meet.
Why red rose in my pocket is plucked for her would be revealed,
Through words when I meet her.
Every passing second then was like decades for me my friends,
It was like that moment when my soul could connect her,
It had to be the platform for me to make her mine,
When I will meet her I thought.
And then green colour platform pops up with a notification of message from her,
Stating we cannot meet now,
Since then heart has started supplying less blood to organs I believe,
Red rose has become a normal flower to me,
Moon is just a celestial object,
And life is nothing more than in taking of oxygen.
When she said we will meet
I never thought we will not meet.
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