Singing in glee thus two sweet birds
Answered to their fellow mate
Pinching or tickling, love or hate
Now we are beyond such petty words
All emotions we faced in our fate
All words fail to express our relation
Now a days they have but selfish fun
Dig deep in our souls, we are but one
Our relation is like but day and sun
Rosy dreams and thorny pains
Angry fate and worldly hate
Jolts of life with tears' rains
None but we shared soon or late
It's God's grace that made us mate
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angry fate and worldly hate, good write