Works of Adityaa Wagh

He carried stars in his pocket, He knew she fears the dark. His dream was to fit in her heart's socket, And he let the other bitches bark. He used to write rhymes for her, He knew she's fond of reading. There were many works of him, For which only her name was the heading. She was his favorite inspiration, Without her his life was doomed. And he was at the peak excitation, The moment her eyes gloomed. She was the missing piece of puzzle, He enjoyed being loyal to her. Her eyes used to sparkle, Her touch as soft as the cat fur. Like the charm of a diamond locket, Her personality had that enchanting spark. He carried stars in his pocket, He knew she fears the dark. ~Adityaa Wagh