I wonder what had happened to
That wonderful little heart of mine,
Which was with me only,
Until a while ago is now somewhere lost.
Where can I go in search of it,
Will someone please tell me.
For I had only one glance,
At the person who had stolen it from me.
She was so stunningly beautiful that,
I lost my very breadth,
I felt my little heart,
Beat fast, faster and fastest,
then vanish with her, without a trace.
Instead of living a boring life,
Without her by my side,
I would rather die a million times,
To unite in her love once.
Her wonderful and infectious smile,
Still dancing in front of my eyes,
Her sweet fragrance,
Hunting my little nose.
I can’t bring down the
Shinning moon for her,
Nor can I pluck some of the,
Twinkling little stars from the blue sky,
And put them on her lap.
But, I can tell her how much,
I love and care for her,
From the bottom of my stolen little heart
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