Aug 2015
It is a boon for me.
Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.
You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
U**ntold stories of our love.
Loving you is my independence.
Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.
You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
U**ntold stories of our love.
Loving you is my independence.
My HP Poem #897
©Atul Kaushal
©Atul Kaushal
