That one tinkle of your words,
Truth or lie I care not.
That one soulful talk,
feigned or genuine I ponder not.
That one set of happy steps
In whipping rain or brutal sun,I fret not.
That one promise,
Kept or shattered,I worry not.
That One sumptuous devour of food,
In luxury or cart,I care not.
Written or not,I will treasure.
Coz I care only for you and that My dear
Is enough for both you and me.