Days seem endless
In your absense
Am missing even
our eternal fights
One and Half
Decade of
Being your maid
Sorry, but almost that
Still your one smile
Converts the thorns
into Roses
So what if that smile
Is for anyone but me
You see Romance is my
middle (and first and last ) name
In your absense
Am missing even
our eternal fights
One and Half
Decade of
Being your maid
Sorry, but almost that
Still your one smile
Converts the thorns
into Roses
So what if that smile
Is for anyone but me
You see Romance is my
middle (and first and last ) name
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