Babe!
you are making my day
each and every day..........
the dimple from your smile
makes me crumble
the mole on your hand
fills my soul
the dwindle in your hair
makes me rumble
i wait for the moment you ought to call, kiss and hug me...
I never wanna hear
“YOU HATE ME”
I never wanna say
“I HATE YOU”
We ever wanna say
“I LOVE YOU”
Make hay while the sunshine’s -
this is proverb
I make myself whenever u shine (smile) -
this is my verb
Surprise waits to those who can spot this babe…
I can’t completely deny that she might be my sister’s 5 months old daughter Vibashini!
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