Many times before I got committed,
Inside my mind I discussed it,
Should I desist from loving her,
Should I take care of myself first,
Indeed she was very much young,
Never I thought she was immature,
Gripped lightly her arms so tender.
Hues of crimson red now exist,
Effort to string them together,
Roses of the memories of her.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
Many times before I got committed,
Inside my mind I discussed it,
Should I desist from loving her,
Should I take care of myself first,
Indeed she was very much young,
Never I thought she was immature,
Gripped lightly her arms so tender.
Hues of crimson red now exist,
Effort to string them together,
Roses of the memories of her.
