ruffledheart

~  We are a ruffled soul when we don't earn a single penny. The naked truth is, the real banknote make us slovenly. Markedly coarse and crude we become. Quintessence is of no value. Standing Forth at a Fork, vaguely (and in pride) we believe to be touching nothing, but, Zenith! ~   The length of Time and strength of Patience turn us into a phenomenal gilded glitzy piece of Gold.

We played together and sang songs, at the times of blossoming Held hands and roam around, all the way, dancing. At then, there were No hitches and No crumps No shrivelling and No Humps…. Just the florets round’d us in, Just the perfumes in the fin Blest we, with glee, charm, cheer and all the win. You’ve been my dear darling sister-friend-sister all long With you I feel absolute comfort n nearness, even in Throng. De facto, we aren’t the real ones in name (By God’s Grace)With no matter, we go so good, with no tame.   And now, when your BUD has turned out charmingly, My Dear Doll Wondrously SHE came out and call me “MAAsh” beautifully, that makes me Toll. I confess, I love n adore her all the more, way more than i do you I will be the same , always n forever, I keep myself true. Love ya Sister..!! Cheers to Us!! (Hope,, no murk comes in our way.. ever)