Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

My Sweet Babe


Being in love has got to be
I have to be endlessly in love
I cannot let disappointments take me away from my goal, which is to be a true lover.
Someone, who kept on loving even after endless disappointments
Disappointments will never stop being
Even then a true lover has to continue on loving.
My friend, my lover and my babe, I will never let go of you
As I will do anything within my strength to please your sweet desires of love.
Babe, you will never be alone
I am going to keep you happy by forever reminding that you have a lover in me
Being in love with you, My Sweet Babe is my only true desire.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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