Visage of time marked by the roughness of your skin tells a story not many would know, nor care but only you would know that beauty lies in the heart of how much so it becomes a garden.
10 February 2018, Our eyes first met, At first glance, I thought of you as mere acquaintances, The second and few other chance encounter, I thought of the what ifs, An opportune, moment opens itself in the form of courage, Made a bold move – to ask you out, Assumptions loom over the mind, But you said – YES
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