There a few pretty ladies, but they aren’t pretty at all.
There also few pretty men but I think I’m the prettiest of them all.
Then I met this wonderful lady, in a summer camp.
I ignored her those time, but she remembered me well.
It all start with a lunch box of spaghetti, where the love begun.
I stare at her, and she stare at me too.
Time begins to slowdown, like a moonwalk but we are in the park.
My love for her was developed in a dark room, yes! those dark days of ours.
Now that we are on our 7 years and 1 month.
Cherished the love we had and will be have in the future.
For her, my love is like that spaghetti.
I never remember the taste.
Though there are changes in place.
I will always love that face.