Your lips speaks soft sweetness,
Your touch a cool caress,
I am lost in your magic,
My heart beat within your chest.
I think of you each morning,
I think of you each night,
I think of your arms besides me,
I express it with delight.
Never have i fallen,
But i am quickly on my way,
You hold a heart in your hand,
That have never given away.
By- YASHRAJ BIRARI
Your touch a cool caress,
I am lost in your magic,
My heart beat within your chest.
I think of you each morning,
I think of you each night,
I think of your arms besides me,
I express it with delight.
Never have i fallen,
But i am quickly on my way,
You hold a heart in your hand,
That have never given away.
By- YASHRAJ BIRARI
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