Precious

You asked me 'am I a dust bin'......
How can you think that dear,
You are the most precious thing,
in this world for me.....
You are my joy,
You are my happiness
You are my dreams
You are my life
You are my everything,
I live because of you,
Then how dear can you be a dust bin..........
You are the BEST thing that happened to me dear......

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