When did it happen, why couldn’t she forsee, She had it all figured out, then how did she fell for thee The calling was strong,
A poem about someone who loved, who cared, who lost, who shared – waiting for the other one to show back the love!
I have a sweet little nephew named Ansh! We all know how much we love our cute nephews and nieces. Same is the case here! I just can’t wait to see him, play with him and I am sure I am going to spoil him like anything. He is my loveliest heartthrob and I am dedicating this poem to him. He is just 4 months old when I am writing this poem. Hope you all like it and you too can send it to cute little daemons in your family, without whom there is no fun and happiness for everyone around! Just don’t forget to quote and follow this meager, amateur poet!