A bestest friend,
still a foe..
A girl so crude,
but still so beaut..
You are dearest to me,
You are bestest for me...
and I Love You..
Is the reality..
Though people call you princess,
But for me you are priceless..
You are my angel, my pixie and what not? ? ?
We shall always be bound with the strongest knot..
For me you are the mere agony aunt..
with voluminous of hilarity..
and I Love You,
Is the reality..
We are like the phases of a coin..
That are different but together is how we'll remain..
You mean the entire world to me..
and you are the one who taught me how to live..? ?
We may be only sisters..
But you are everything to me, which matters..
and I Love You,
Is the reality..
Before writing this poem,
I was in a lofty fix..
then I remembered your smile, which is awesome,
and I got all what I had to mix..
I LOVE YOU.....
Is the reality...
A refined poetic imagination, Priya S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Miss Priya please don't mind, your verses are the best. However, you have used the word bestest is not appropriate here. The best is quite sufficient showing superlative degree. yours sincerely, Sushil Kumar
hello, a sweet write of enthusiasm and infatuation... so full of the joys of youth
love has innumerable colours, great. try my love poems.
There's spontaneity in your poetic expression. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem