The day I met you, wouldn’t have guessed what we are today.
You are like the crisp cold tat falls on February morning,
Along with the sun’s shine which gives warmth,
The fairy tale hero who didn’t know he is of the prince and not the commoner,
Yet stays grounded for he likes his place and not palace.
Can do a million to make a person smile,
Yet dont want the effort from others for self.
Though can be erotic, can still be comic,
Can you be any more cordial,
Can you be any more solicitous,
Can you be anymore benevolent,
Though can be wag,can still be lost in own sorrow.
The day now would not want to guess what would happen if we are not friends.