It was a beautiful day..
With a lot of joy ….
She was brooking time
Nd I was passing time….
Grrrrrrr… I remind
Today I'm gonna fried
Where was my mind……
A day before I think,
It's a cake walk
But it becomes a talk order….
…. In a few time …
French leave ends….
Looking at her….
Finally we met after this
Extreme morning…..
she was just looking beautiful
we moved to a silent place….
Share the happiness ‘
Full of sweetness….
Your eyes were bashful….
Nd its beautiful…….
return
I hold her hand nd
Say I love you
She dint reply
Coz she shy……
Met u soon…. Love u
Yatin…..p
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