This poem, had written it years ago. Makes no value in my life now.
Sharing a cup of tea with you,
Exchanging each other’s ice cream and being happy together,
Making weird jokes of people around and laughing at them with you,
Holding your hands while crossing the road with you,
Dancing, sharing, and staring in your eyes with you,
Shouting, getting angry, blackmalling and just irritating you.
Then weeping, crying and getting emotionally weak with you,
Building our dreams and really working hard together with you,
tackling all my grieviances, problems, smiling and being happy with you,
All I want to say is . . .. . . . .
I WANNA GROW OLD WITH YOU . . .
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