One Day Three Autumns
Started missing schatzi, longing for his next spree;
I owe happiness, schatzi gives me - - -
Moments rise still when schatzi is with me;
Nobody has ever given the peace,
My schatzi brings in me.
We roam like niveous, our likes left unscathed,
Wander in flow, “coup de foudre”- - -
Laughs so childish, you crave‘t see yet more.
Forgives effortlessly, who ‘as a heart of gold.
Copyright © Arpita Roy | Year Posted 2015
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