I wrote you in pages of my heart,
We won't think of being apart.
You live in my paradise,
Where our problems are deice.
I wrote you everyday,
With the thoughts of positive and nay.
And I'm digging your style,
With a plentiful smile.
The way you let me in,
But there is enough din.
And those secrets are already mine,
That you came to know by a glass of wine.
©rakhi
R