The Happy Sobsisters!

Love, Love, Love

- Rohitha Sankar

The word love means a lot,

But not anything hot.

Love is developed only between a guy and a gal,

For which somebody like you should be my pal.

I asked you not to scream,

For which my ears have to cream.

Sorry, not to forget you,

Don’t worry, I’ll not forget you.

You tell me not to talk,

And you keep talking.

You tell me not to scream,

And you keep screaming.

It’s my bad luck you are not with me,

It’s ok! I’m with you.

You being my love,

And love meaning you.