Never thought of thee,
But when I saw, my heart skips a beat.
It was a festive night....
When I got her first sight,
In black she dressed.....
And, and my eyes gazed at.
Her glittering earings,
Was so tormenting......
Her pudency lured my soul,
And with every passing day,
she dumped me in the BOG.
Gradually we started to talk
And, donno when I fall,
So, juvenile I feel,
As I stuck on the deal......
Showered the Brimful of love i had for,
Cherished the moments that lured,
She is like the Bough Of Cherries.......
But.....
Who knows.....
That one day,
It will fall down in other's orchard...
Alas, who'd stoop to blame????
And now, me starring the red..
Standing at the vale..
In the Hope,
That this night wont bring a Nightmare.....
Her single glimpse....
Brought a blush on my cheek.
But, it lost all its Red....
And, instead left creases of Dread.
It feels like my sail lost its sail,
Nd now 'tis sailing with a wail.....
Who knows where will it land!!!!!!
Aaahhhh, please come and Hold my hand.....
Aaahhhh, please come and Hold my hand......
