My love story part - 1 one winter morning in the dewy gross, the touch of your soft feet the mind trembled. I saw your kajal black eyes dreaming of surviva, lost in the middle of Heaven. Where there was the noise of birds,sweet fragrance of flowers. And the trickling sound of the fountain. The bees humming loses the delightful mind. You was told to stay by my side as long tge sun shines. Be continu.......
