Love Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Love



In this February,
I know not who will end up with misery,
By the blind little cupid,
whom will be hit by the archery,
Who wanna be my valentine,
will be killed by my poetry.

Sunday, May 29, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,valentine
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