I like being lost, if it's your world,
With your hands around me, being curled.
Your presence makes it all so much easier for me,
For all it's worth, a better place to be.
When you are around, the sorrows walk away,
Their heads down, hanging in dismay.
And then comes joy with might and pride,
It knows afterall, it's his turn to ride.
The Sun shines brighter, even he is happy for me,
Oh, yes darling, we were always meant to be.
Mayura Prabhudesai
June 28, 2016
With your hands around me, being curled.
Your presence makes it all so much easier for me,
For all it's worth, a better place to be.
When you are around, the sorrows walk away,
Their heads down, hanging in dismay.
And then comes joy with might and pride,
It knows afterall, it's his turn to ride.
The Sun shines brighter, even he is happy for me,
Oh, yes darling, we were always meant to be.
Mayura Prabhudesai
June 28, 2016
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