Matter of Pride In essence love is but a baby step In fragrance it surpasses fragrance of rose In wilderness it is really a giant step In reality it is something to just bulldoze
Whosoever comes across is overtaken by passion It has its own shades and colors to injure It has its own style and its own wonderful fashion It knows when and how to just conjure
Two sweet hearts in one golden chain It has its own warmth like a blazon burning sun Its mercy in dazzling dangling rain It is matter of pride ,and job very well done