Gaurav Mittal

Rookie (04/06/1984 / Chandigarh)

My Love, Not A Whim - Poem by Gaurav Mittal

She thinks my love for her,
Is a fancy that shall pass;
A phase that shall soon fade;
And a whim that shall not last.

How, then, should I make her
Believe that my love shan't die;
And that she shall always
Be the apple of my eye.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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