I closed my eyes
and the dream starts.
Only you with me
we both riding in a cart.
From the snowy hills
with that summer shiny panes,
A small path,
and our journey through Lanes.
From morning eight
till evening nine,
We both were together
for lunch & even the dine.
That pleasant weather
not because of spring,
Just we both together
wherever this cart brings.
Everything went perfect
as it's a fairy tale,
And all tat was remaining
was to hail.
All I could bale,
my thoughts & views,
The blue sky
and the grass with morning dew.
The time came
and was about to say,
Was preparing my self
throughout the way.
All in a hurry
I devised a crown,
With the flowers & weeds
altogether bound.
With that tiara,
I dressed my queen.
On my knees,
I proposed her with a ring!
She accepted me
and we happily lived,
But it was just a dream
that can`t be believed!
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