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With your golden voice
Lifelong adorable pen of choice
My companion author pursued glory
For a song and a story
''Now we believe its true story''
The reader will say, ''Rest is history.''

You are my old wine
I am your gold mine
Playing our acts of brain
Singing song of daily train
We enjoyed gift of solitude
In changing nature's attitude

There was nothing like alone
To be mine, thus be your own
In youth, we never look for more
In old age, both are at this shore
Quietly now we wash the dream
And in your body, I do like cream

Raindrops flow on your cheek
And settle down on rosy lips
Our love knows no Hindi or Greek
But knows to dry with Venus tips
No window is now left undress
House is fully free from stress

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~