sitting on a rooftop I asked him to praise... to praise what, the question he raise!!
annoyed I was, from his counter question... shifting my body opposite was my next motion!!
melodious was the voice, I heard afterwards... you are the sweetness of my favorite curd!!
the smile you bear z enough to melt me... the day we fail to meet remains without glee!!
the sparkling of your eyes glitters my life... I am waiting for the day, I will call u my wife!!
the red color nose of urs resemble the cherry on cake... The dimples on your cheeks as pure as watching a lake!!
peekaboo u play with me when strands of hairs hide your eyes... I know why you always let the cream be on your lips playing the wise!!
i know you love to listen my voice so rarely respond in sound... But i love the way u read those poetries for me while we lying on the ground!!
the day we first met faded in mine but lingers in your memory... The way we came closer, all credit goes to your bravery!!
not so easy it z to praise u my girl... Everytym I tried, I found the words swirl!!
in next birth u would be mine or not, I don't bother... As sharing the rooftop under the star roof z like living millennia together!!
"TIARA"