First time I saw You, drunk with Your books, I smelt snobbery. Little did I know, you are cool as the cucumber. As seconds bled into minutes and hours into days, Your presence became the dawn of My day. Each time You walk by, Your charisma is Your company.
The feel is good, it got even better.
Your company on whatsapp makes the dark space of My heart bright again, You replaced My sorrow with a rose. Xubaidah, I shall love You for all time, or at least till ninety-nine. Love of a Son, AAwuroshi'ye.
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