"You're the most important thing in my life.
My one and only love, my wife.
I look at your face and see feel such joy,
I remember the days when you teased me as a playboy.
I wish our days would be spent like these,
Like the passing of the cold breeze, would I wish it would freeze.
But death has to come to everyone, every soul; strong and weak,
Your death has made me an aimless freak.
I write letters to you every single night,
Under the twilight, I eagerly for the light.
My darling, I wish to come to you soon,
Let's reminsice our teenage days, our marriage and our honey moon."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
