She is real gift
I could not decide or shift
It was not strange
But easy to manage
at makes me to think?
I stand firm and do not sink
She is intelligent and sharp
I take no chance to harp
It s not continent
Ore religion at present
No color has struck
But I honestly speak
I never felt
Or smelt
She is unknown
But gift looks my own
She shall remain in memory
And leave me with no worry
I am gifted with an occasion
To build more and permanent relation
Gift Amukoyo Beautiful lines! Soothing and well appreciated thanks mucho Hasmukh Mehta... Just now · Unlike · 1 today by
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