If it’s not forever, it’s not love.


The nectar of her voice  for me was a dulcet ale. For the first time in my life, my heart said she’s your River-dale. a a I can’t define her beauty, in my words. Because it can’t be captured ;  in those some lines of, my picturesque verse. a a Sur

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