Sure, luxury will make my life comfortable. Spoil me! But also sweep me off my feet with your soft eyes behind those expensive sunglasses, a sweet smile that’s precious than your Armanis and Guccis, a kind & humble heart that outshines the diamonds you gift me. I’m old school like that. Write me little miss-you notes and love letters expressing your deepest feelings. Hold my hand while walking on the cobbled path in our garden admiring the bougainvillea, lilies, roses, and orchids in the moonlight. Sing the ballads we danced to. Ask me for another dance… and another… and another. Match your moves with mine – slow and steady. Make me fall in love with you… again.
Priyadarshika I 