This is to the Boy with a pretty smile,
For you I would walk a hundred miles
Don't even start with those deep brown eyes,
For which I would go though the lows and highs

Shall risk it all, to keep you mine,
Be it rain or fall, be it storm or shine
Leave my side, best you not,
We've been through it all, give it a thought

With you I would want to exist simply,
Till we get old, skin sag and wrinkly
Tell me what u rather, red or blue,
You gotta choose, if we make it through
© SharonShenoy