A simple silver ring this gift may be,
Neither flashy nor grand as you can see;
But it's a promise for you from me,
That I'll be forever true to thee.
Like a river, time will endlessly flow;
The things in this world they will come and go.
But like the ring on your finger does show,
Our love's a circle and with time will grow.
2 comments:
nice poem..not too "pyari" but really2 sweet..it will melt the li'l girl's heart..eh :-)
awwwwwwwwwwwww
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