Sometimes when we sit together in evenings with my hands resting on your shoulders....

I think myself to be the richest in the world that I am loving and I've been loved by you,one of the precious creatures of God....

Sometimes I remain speechless,not because words are exhausted but since I dont want to disturb the silent conversations between our hearts...

Sometimes I'll be thinking what if word ends now...my hands around you goes tighter then for I dont want to loose you even if am lost....