While I drank glasses of water few
Thinking about my being with you
The first time I heard your voice
I was left with no other choice
Each passing day you are becoming more lovable
Nothing is like you even if I search in google
Things you spoke about in last couple of weeks
Sweet among them was intention of pulling my cheeks
There are many things that make you sweet
Your deepest desire to tickle my feet
You are sweet due to many other factor
Request by you for sleeping on my shoulder
I am deeply craving for this drug
The way you describe to give me a hug
Nothing is compared to this bliss
Just imagining about your sweet kiss.
How much you call your words nonsense
Every time I hear them I lose my senses
Nothing is more beautiful reading those mails
Daily you write them without any fail
Since ages it seems you have been known
Even your silence says lot over phone
(C) Rakesh Kumar Dec. 2010
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