Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I remember that day,
The day after the board exam's end.
Till then I never knew,
That within an hour we are going to be very good friends.

When you first smiled at me,
It made my day.
When you first mocked me,
It is a feeling I am unable to say.

Your heart is pure,
But you are pretty naughty.
And I am pretty sure,
You are an art of beauty.

You are caring,
You are sharing;
You are daring,
And that's why you are never boring.

Never cheat me,
I really owe you a lot.
Dear you are born free-
And your picture in my heart is forever caught.

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