Wednesday, 28 September 2011


I don’t know who she is
Where had she been till now
She comes in my dreams
Every then and now

Why is she not been with me
I think of her so often
Since my first heartbeat
Making me feel she is near to me

I love the way she talks
I love her smile
I love the way she scolds me
Which makes my life

She makes my tears roll down often
With her words and care
She makes my heart skip a beat
With her gestures being fair

When I am with her
It seems that I am the luckiest
I always want to listen and talk to her
Because she is my dearest

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