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The Story of My Love, The story of My Heart

Once upon a time,
I met a girl on my way to home.
She was asking for lift,
May be hurry but bot looking troublesome.
So there the story starts,
The story of my love,
The story of my heart.

Everyday it happened,
Till the time the day came,
When she was hurt with my jokes,
She was crying and I was numb.

She told me the story,
Of her care, hatered and love.
And I decided to myself,
What love is I will show.

So to lighten my life,
I got a spark.
So there the story starts,
The story of my love,
The story of my heart.

Even I did not realize,
When she became a friend.
She believed in my friendship
Which will never end.

Then started coffee, paper and pen,
I found happiness and I lost my pain.
Long drives, dinners and night shows,
I was confused,
Is it friendship or love?

That was the night,
I was sitting alone in the dark,
So there the story starts,
The story of my love,
The story of my heart.

In all her thought,
I became a poet.
It was time to propose,
I wrote a poem and went ahead.

I knew her 'YES' though,
I wanted to give no space
It was my life's decision,
It was a sensitive case.

But you know one thing,
I am really very smart,
So there the story starts,
The story of my love,
The story of my heart.

But what happened next?
Did I pass or did I fail?
Want to know more,
Then come to my house.
Let's have some coffee,
Let's talk about "How'z life?"
You will meet that girl,
Now she is my wife

The story is still going on,
As it has no end.
I have told you a drop,
But its like an ocean, still there to spend.

Of my love and of my life,
It was just a small part
So there the story starts,
The story of my love,
The story of my heart.

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