Walk With Me
O time...do not progress
O shyness...do not give in
During these moments when shore of a sea is about to unite with it's companion
As I consider him as a child at heart
I realized that he is the moon of my heart
His mischief is my moonlight
I am lost in the world of dreams
When he treats me like an apple of his eye
I feel like a woman
Saying that he doesn't know how to walk...he is making me step ahead
He is pleading to walk with me
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