My Dear

Fri, 10/30/2015 - 01:12 -- Damodar


fulbari, pokhara

Dear, when ever the sun dies.
I will be there for you to feel warm.
If all the beautiful qualities lost from the skies.
I will be there to surrounds you in my arm.

Dear, you are same as i saw you in the first time.
You are still you when you cover with something.
My feelings for you will not turn on a dime.
In your absence, my heart will display in-searching.

Dear, when our mouths are in the act of kiss.
My wounds all moves to the heal.
All my melancholy turns into bliss.
Our love starts from romantic feels.

My dear! I can't say our love will till grave.
Be together today and days of tomorrow shows us brave.


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