Ended before the end...

I made her cry... But not because she was sad.

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Why I love my darling?

When things go wrong and everything seems bad,
She's always there to give me a pat.

When I get hungry in the middle of the night,
She's always willing to go for a bite.

She loves her Prata, plain with sugar,
Just like me when I was young and juvenille.

She always try to appear trim and proper,
In her princess like way, so that she can be a model.

Always waiting for my reassurance,
Always wanting my confirmation.

Never tiring from my senseless nonsense,
But actually laughing to the incessant gibber.

For being who she is,
For trying to be who she wants to be.


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I made her cry... because she read this.

She asked is that all? I said I'm not done yet.

She asked when will she get to see more? I said in due time she will.

I never meant for it to be done... Never meant for it to end.

I wanted to add on to it... More and more with time.

But still... it ended before the end.