She Is Mine

She Is Mine short poem

Uploaded by Fuzaila Khan

She is the angel of my life
who makes me complete.
The devil in my heart,
as she challenges my every beat.
The way she smiles
makes me full of life.
And, a day without her
won’t come until I die.
This unforced bond between us
has been everything to me,
since the day her eyes met mine.
Every moment of her life
is captured in my heart.
I never thought I would dedicate my whole life
to such a charming and beautiful damsel.
She is a dope to me,
as, the thought of her leaving me
makes me a terrible lunatic.
Her tears make me abate,
but little did I know,
our fights have made this relation strong forever.

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