Then she said,
"You are my friend,
You live the values I always dreamed—
So kind, so real, so quietly true,
A mirror of the best of me in view."
"You are my world, so pure, so bright,
A place where all my hopes take flight.
So honest, innocent, softly you stand,
A gentle soul in a restless land."
"You are my universe, vast, untold,
A galaxy I’ve yet to hold.
Where stars are born from gentle light,
And endless days blend into night."
"You fulfill my dreams, both wild and shy,
You lift me up, you help me try.
You help me live, just by your way,
A quiet guide through night and day."
She continued..
"I see you in the books I read ,
With love and care you’ll always show.
And through the story , lonely, suffer and calm or wild,
I trace the story of you as a child—
The life you've lived, the truth you chose,
The strength in you that softly grows."
Then I, figured , had this to say:
“Wait—what did I do to make your day?”
She laughed, and grinned, and texed me saying—
“You silly thing… just be here and text me back!”
சிகரன்
When not knowing who am I... .
sometime in June 25.
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