TIME

Let me tell you a story of time,
let me paint it in color of her rhyme,
let me tell you how he used to charm,
let me tell how she fell in his arms,
the eyes met in the first knock,
... by the time they realised it was 11 pm in clock,
she was feeling the love she had for him,
he was unable to express the feelings within,
as the clock's sound was matching their heart beats,
they did everything what it needs,
they gather couraged & said whats true,
yeah, together they said "I Love you
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
funny thing about being the first to pull the string...

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Comments (1)

cherryreggae
Lovely write gabking!!!! something truly hard to do being the first to say those three lil words... I love you!!!! Welcome to pcapplause cheering applause cheering
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