Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar here writes on love through the medium of the beautiful, romantic pin... Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar here writes on love through the medium of the bea...

Our love is a journey which is so long Let’s come, with me, sing a song Our love is a journey which is so long Let’s come, with me, sing a song

Yes ...it could grow into a strong pink tree. Yes ...it could grow into a strong pink tree.

It's as if I'll go die without her. It's as if I'll go die without her.

Hold my little pinky finger and make a promise to me Hold my little pinky finger and make a promise to me

Beauty curls up Gold dust on pink lids, Silvers on eye-lines, Beauty curls up Gold dust on pink lids, Silvers on eye-lines,