Today, I prepared something really delicious for you,
It is food for thoughts.
It is food of love,
It took me much time to prepare this food.
I want you to take care of it,
You have to understand that when the food is fresh.
It is the time when the food must be eaten,
What I mean to say is that my feelings for you are fresh and new.
And I think this is the time when you should come close to me,
I don’t want this food to get dried.
And I don’t want my feelings to vanish,
It will remain fresh when you are ready to get benefited from it.
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