Dear Thirak,
The very first time we met,
There was a garden full of orchid beds,
not in there, but in my head;
part be of your graceful pace,
part be of your gentle face,
As we talked and clasped our hands,
I felt your warmth, and I knew then,
what I did and what was yet to be,
has no say; clearly.
You took my heart and made me see,
My life with you, was meant to be,
As we join our hearts; in twined.
Please be mine till the end of time.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Dear Thirak,
The very first time we met,
There was a garden full of orchid beds,
not in there, but in my head;
part be of your graceful pace,
part be of your gentle face,
As we talked and clasped our hands,
I felt your warmth, and I knew then,
what I did and what was yet to be,
has no say; clearly.
You took my heart and made me see,
My life with you, was meant to be,
As we join our hearts; in twined.
Please be mine till the end of time.
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