We were walking along the grass,
Holding our hands, gently and soft
Listening to the wind and the little birds
the drizzling rain and breathing sand.
Dancing to the melody as we walked
too old to show the feeling of our hearts
Yet in our looks we shared our lives
In words of mind we talked about us.
I felt safe in my dearest hands,
Holding my fingers with gentle ease
Looking at him in every other stride
He cared for me in every step.
I am thankful, for having him near
To share my life of love and care,
He watches my looks and says to me
That I am the queen of beauty and love.
Talented and charming, he calls me, near
Again to say that I am his dear
Everytime, I see him near
My pride for him keeps me dear.
I have lived so far never to say,
That he was charming and beautiful at heart
Although I know that he was mine
I dare not say, lest, make him proud.
Posessive and hard, I am always his,
For life’s eternal quest, for freedom,
Until I lay my head to rest
Please my dear, stay alive for me.
Kavitha by : Mahesh
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