Forget Not Me, Forget Not Till Our Breaths Away
1.Dear, dawn I bake some cake & feel a little fuss .
As children weep and beep and thus I often forget brush.
You chid for late , I bid for go to keep your devil duty.
Then I do not make me you be little
Whittle fury.
Love! I will be waiting till the dusk You come the way.
2. Darling I know trusty you & You, too, care me.
But do not trust the Hazel eyes is ever preying she.
So , do not forget love and me & my pretty face.
My chit , my kit , my Wit & hit , & ever this terrace.
Shalloe, I will be gazing at the door, it dies the day.
Love! I will be waiting till....
3. Honey ! will not say that you have not eaten the lunch.
So slender, silly ha'nt to be, my Rocky, Cocky, Hunt!
My tiny tot so calls you Pa , that every Goers look.
At me, a goaty eye they fall, and shower lovely hook.
Sweet, O , I yours & You are mine, You, keep the promise gay.
Love! I will be waiting till...
4. Aye , Shalloe! go & come so fast that day diminishes trice.
I yearn for evening Love & sate your edifice.
How you can then kick & whip my pious godish love.
I do die if ever, will soul near you rove.
Dandy, least smile , kiss and once before the bye you bay.
Love! I will be waiting till....
5. Hey, Saawan comes & goes a year; aging never goes;
Fight, right & diet do come & go a moment hoes.
So, never breaking Bond of Hearts, be so disgusting lust;
We made of other each will come an Eden couple, must.
Loony, forget not me, forget not, till our breaths away.
Love! I will be waiting till...
#folk Ballad
Guidelines:
Saawan : season of rain between the months of June and August & very romantic for the couples and affairs
© Krishnakinkar Bhaktisarowar Tylent
As children weep and beep and thus I often forget brush.
You chid for late , I bid for go to keep your devil duty.
Then I do not make me you be little
Whittle fury.
Love! I will be waiting till the dusk You come the way.
2. Darling I know trusty you & You, too, care me.
But do not trust the Hazel eyes is ever preying she.
So , do not forget love and me & my pretty face.
My chit , my kit , my Wit & hit , & ever this terrace.
Shalloe, I will be gazing at the door, it dies the day.
Love! I will be waiting till....
3. Honey ! will not say that you have not eaten the lunch.
So slender, silly ha'nt to be, my Rocky, Cocky, Hunt!
My tiny tot so calls you Pa , that every Goers look.
At me, a goaty eye they fall, and shower lovely hook.
Sweet, O , I yours & You are mine, You, keep the promise gay.
Love! I will be waiting till...
4. Aye , Shalloe! go & come so fast that day diminishes trice.
I yearn for evening Love & sate your edifice.
How you can then kick & whip my pious godish love.
I do die if ever, will soul near you rove.
Dandy, least smile , kiss and once before the bye you bay.
Love! I will be waiting till....
5. Hey, Saawan comes & goes a year; aging never goes;
Fight, right & diet do come & go a moment hoes.
So, never breaking Bond of Hearts, be so disgusting lust;
We made of other each will come an Eden couple, must.
Loony, forget not me, forget not, till our breaths away.
Love! I will be waiting till...
#folk Ballad
Guidelines:
Saawan : season of rain between the months of June and August & very romantic for the couples and affairs
© Krishnakinkar Bhaktisarowar Tylent