The day i forget you,is the day i am welcomed to the hell
The second i think of you is the day i am treated in heaven
The fact i recollect that i miss you its blank
But the day when i meet you,is the last day for every previous day
Poet: Shiva Hanumantha Rao
read: 3805 times Rating:Date: 14 May, 2008
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