I Am Not Changed

I Am Not Changed short poem

Uploaded by Ankam Vijay Newton

Every moment, my thought was you
The focus of our precious pleasure life,
I am not changed, not out of your way
I am the same as the “one day”

May be I am out of mind sometimes
Yet, At that time too will be searching our future,
Trust me, I am not changed
Trying to balance all in just one way

You are my priority, You are my Life
What else can take your place, except your own shadow
Believe me, I am not changed
Figuring and planning our 30s

Once, my phone was you, in your absence
But, now my phone is just a book in class
Cuz, u are always just beside
I promise, I am not changed
Just knowing what should be new to you

Trust me, Believe me, I am loving you
And will keep loving you till my last breathe,
Will be thinking of my surprises to you
Will be thinking of your happiness…

And, I am not changed…..

I Love you…..

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