My hand refuses to stop, you know
The more I write, my love too grow
In rain, in shine even in snow
When I think of you, my face just glow
Poetess, you have made me, romantic to the core
At times my heart is sore, but you always make is soar
Love I will always do, let’s make love not war
Every day I will love you, everyday it would be more….
(http://weheartit.com/entry/40952502/via/conchita30)
~ Dakshi ~
2012– 31/12
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