When someone becomes special, <br />And we becomes a stupid creature, <br />Where our mind discards, <br />And % of love glut, <br />Lust 4 someone became so special, <br />All relationship becomes gung, <br />And that someone importance glut, <br />Our feelings shout our mind, <br />And make a world of different kind, <br />When the flower of love bloom, <br />Night becomes the dreamy bride, <br />And private becomes the dream house, <br />With a lot of confusions roaming around, <br />Like the funky mouse, <br />When love touché our heart, <br />It just waits for a dedicated card<br /><br />simran arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grooming-of-flowers/
