Even if we are miles away, you know that I'm sad,
You say that my smile drives you made.
You say you like the way I talk,
And I like to go with you on a walk.
The late night chats and the way we tease,
And I know you like sandwich with extra cheeze.
You are my frooti and I'm your cupcake,
But stop giving me other nicknames for God's sake.
To see one happy, the other can even die.
But still deep in my heart this question lie.
What is this relation we share?
In which intentionally or unintentionally we care.
