Why does it not bother me?
Maybe it does...
RUKHSAR, You are the best
and i love you so much...
It's 2am and i'm just thinking
The things that you and me could be doing...
Beautiful eyes,
powerful enough to eclipse the sun...
A good morning call..
that's what I least expected...
Waiting for your attention
pleading to grope my simple ingratiation...
Why do words affect me so much?
Why do his words mean more than anything...
I do not how and I do not know why, but it seems...
I am starting to feel something strange coming...
This poem is the beauty of your hair
I enjoy this sort words...
Good morning my little sweet pea,
Cant wait to get home to be able to see thee...
I wish i could tell you how i really feel
i want you to see that our love was real...
When you love someone,
You tell them...