Page From My Diary Of Love
Everyday I woke up in the morning your dangling picture in my room will be my first gaze, and when Its in the night the sweet serenades played by your sleepless love is what I hear. When I'm alone, I rarely think of you, instead, I chat with you (in my emoticons) and could always hear the laughter, see the long-stare in your blue-grey eyes (when I do something crazy), feel the warmth of your neck in my shoulder and your ceaseless breath that nourish my pectoral girdle. Dear beloved, I've refrain
