Once again I'm ready with some more musings. And the celebration continues.]
I like her, for she likes me the way I am
Generous she is, never questions what I am
I live her, for she is the one I chose
Unique she is, I can cover but not close
I laugh her out, for she laughs me out
Educator she is, shapes me into scout
I love her, for she is such a sweetheart
Romantic she is, never leaves me apart
She's mine, I'm hers; ain't it cool?
Yes, it's my life; she is beautiful
3 comments:
Allu,
It was too good.... After a long time again you made some time for writing the poem.
Life suddenly became beautiful, any reasons????
Regards
Nancy
It has always been :)
Beautiful Indeed!!
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