Sep 2016
Inside this loneliness of my life,
There is none but you my future wife,
When you are here then I can play the fife,
There is much fun as there's no strife,
Inside now your presence is rife.
There is none but you my future wife,
When you are here then I can play the fife,
There is much fun as there's no strife,
Inside now your presence is rife.
HP Poem #1145
©Atul Kaushal
©Atul Kaushal
