He sings from his heart and when ever he sings some how the world seems brighter and lighter...
He who knocked the door to my swollen heart is so sweet that he brought a first aid kit to heal the scar and that ugly bruises...
He is here... He is here in the name of someone that I could call a friend...
He might be far away by miles but he is here...
He is here and I put him closely to my heart...
He might be reading not even a quarter of my stories but he is here...
He is here to listen to my hopelessly romantic, sad and comedy series...
I hope he is here to stay and he will keep on singing...
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