The quiet offer one day on street,
How happily she agreed.
To be THE one and let him lead.
She finally was swept off her feet.
For he was.
The sudden perks, the dedicated songs,
The memories weaved on nights long,
Complete surrender to the arms strong,
She just knew nothing was wrong.
For he seemed like.
Days later the little heart cried.
The bonds broke free that they had tied,
On his little romantic night so high,
Just for a while, the love had died.
For he is.
The Complete Man?
5 comments:
Why the irony ? Though I always like the father's strong arms than the paramours ! Maybe cos even today part of my world still revolves around my father !
irony ta oi r ki :P
but that raymond ad is wonderful and so are you :)
Abhro calls u my new best friend :P..aar eta shunle toh "khilli" kore "khalash" :p
arre, etai to? :D
ending ta to besh! dekhate hobe. :D
poetry is fast becoming a theme kintu!
how you interpret is how you interpret is how you interpret!
biggo kobi ra erom e bole :D
but etai :P
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