Its been days of excuses
You made in my fate;
of not love but your problems
And disheartenment.
Life was pretty gold
When we met,
Life was pretty gold
When we tendered each other,
Life was pretty gold
in your Fondness!
It was nothing but all your love
That was so dynamic,
Or maybe your affection that felt
So lively.
But I my love
Was the one
Lost and leftout,
Whom you never
Let have the possibility to take part in your
"Portrayal of Love".
Written by Deepanjana Dey.
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