Oh my love, my love!
Someday, a day
my fingers may slip off from your hand
And I shall flirt a little, laugh a lot
Maybe also
Walk a mile or two
with a stranger from the bar.

But darling, oh my darling!
My eyes would still search for you
And your attention all the while.
So everytime my hand loses the grip
pull me close & let me know,
that you won't ever let me go.
And I would smile & whisper -
I love you,
Like the way I always do.

- Hridmajhhare