like a siver plate,cynosure of sight,
the moon came in it's chariot of heart,
it was then i met my little sweet heart
this the most loving gift that god has made
whose embracing colours will never fade,
everything seemed bright ad clear
as the sun in the midst of the year
the night was cold and bitter
my mid howled ad the stars glittered
with twinkle in her eyes,she was saying in pride,
her words were enough to batter away the cold in stride
i wanted the moment shall never go away
suppose to persue the time to still for this gay.
the silver tit of clouds of doubts
i felt,the world with her,had she stuck me out
decades to go,wishes together we can see
but the best is yet to be..
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