Two days left for Easter.
And I was doing nothing,
But counting the days..
"The next meet,
On Easter."
Is what he said.
Everytime we met,
It was like our first meeting..
Where I was the queen,
And for me,
He was my king.
A complete fairy tale it was.
Just he never proposed..
But I know,
He loves me..
Yes, he does, I supposed..
I went to the market,
To present him something..
May be a chain,
Or a sweet,
One stoned,
Ring..
Then I saw a chain,
With the letter "J"
I think,
He would love it..
What say?