Will you be mine?

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Will you be the shore to my endless sea? 

Will you be the coffee to my morning breeze? 

Will you be the wind to my hopeful kite? 

Will you be the sunrise to my darkest night? 

Will you be the sky to my endless dreams? 

Will you be the warmth in my chilly mornings?

Will you be root to my leafless tree? 

Will you be the key to make my wings free? 

Will you be the hues to my blooming buds? 

Will you be the flame at which my heart wonders? 

Will you be the sassy song in my tiring journey? 

Will you be the shade when my days are sunny? 

Will you be the grey clouds to my empty sky? 

Will you light up my dusk just like the firefly? 

Will you be the poet to portray my silence? 

Will you be the one to keep me balanced? 

Will you be the colour to my autumn leaves? 

Will you be the dream which my heart weaves? 

Will you be the rhythm to my beatless rain? 

Will you be all mine beyond loss and gain? 

Will you be the one to share my pain with? 

Will you be my "forever" which won't be a myth? 


With Love❤

Abhilipsa.. 

Comments

  1. Ankit kumar nayakOctober 4, 2020 at 10:16 AM

    Perfect lines...❤️❤️❤️

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  2. Roshni October 4, 2020 at 10:23 AM

    🖤🖤🖤🖤🥰🥰🥰🥰

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  3. Swati parhiOctober 4, 2020 at 11:47 AM

    I will try😂😁

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  4. UnknownOctober 4, 2020 at 2:57 PM

    🖤

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  5. UnknownOctober 5, 2020 at 6:26 AM

    Help am melting ❤️😭

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  6. Lipsa DasNovember 5, 2020 at 10:25 AM

    Really a bunch of colossal writing that reflect your passion and emotions towards the literature ..... will you be my fragrance of life....... will you be my joy for ever..... will you be my solemn promise.... will you be my petals of flower...
    Will you be my ........ baskets of endearment...... God bless you.... keep it up.... yes you will..... just go ahead....
    With love
    Lipsa

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