He came to me on horse back riding
My face like a red rose and heart fluttering.
I told myself that I will now, confess.
He told tye same to himself, I guess!
He said, " My beloved Tress,
My love for you is endless. "
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APRIL TWENTY- FIRST
PoetryTime travel to the past to those ancient times. Those eternal love stories that are now almost in the verge of fading away. But some of them remain forever!
