I was getting young
I felt some change with songs
I loved to sing and looked at mirror
I witnessed many changes to my horror
That is why people were hissing
And shown as if they wee missing
I had witnessed some thing wrong in their eyes
As they were desperately making some try
I could clearly see some invitation
For making gesture with relation
I was unaware of consequences
It was merely looked at once
Yes I became aware and alert
If they tried to act, I too pretended to be smart
I did not make it known
I was sure of my own
I certainly asked lovely heart
She responded with lovely art
“Get along if you are really sure”
But before that feel fully assured
Love can not be weighted in words
One has to think before going onward
It has its own beauty
After love is great gift from almighty
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It's ok roger houlding3 minutes ago Sometimes the rhyme is less important then the storyline. Comment +1
Okay Velia Janerico-M.3 minutes ago Great concept loved it
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It has its own beauty After love is great gift from almighty