Honey

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Poem:O my baby!

O my baby
you are so much crazy
for all your dear ones
for all your near ones
You are a flower of daisy
One day you'll get old
and will not remain so bold
even then I'll love thee
like an silver oak tree
I'll cherish your whole beauty
sorrows of your changing face
fading all your elegant grace
cause wounds in love are... my dear
like medals in warrior's war
and all your given scars
for me are glittering stars
all pores of my body
all strings of my soul
strumming like a guitar!!



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