Valentine’s Day

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21/02/2017 by Siddiqui Fayesal

He asked her what she wanted.
She asked whatever for?

It’s our first Valentine’s Day.
We should do something
Romantic, don’t you think?
He said.

How many times in our Lives
Are you planning to do
Something so stupid?
She asked with a cheeky smile.

A little hurt, he said,
As long as I live.

Undaunting, she said that
That wasn’t enough, and
Skipped away, smiling.

Siddiqui F.
(19.02.2017)


NB: At the VT CCD.

2 thoughts on “Valentine’s Day

  1. umm muaz says:

    Posting this to hubby 😆😆
    so true

  2. BUSHRA VAQAR AHMED ANSARI says:

    You sure becoming romantic baby bro..

    All of the five stars though

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