You ignite my spindle


Baby, as you grow old
I love your wrinkles.
Baby, as you come close
I love your dimple.
Seeing your smiles every morning,
I feel we can still make it hot
incoming winter.

Baby, as you hold me
It ignites my spindle.
Baby, as you twiddle with me
I love our tangle.
Baby, you are the reason
I don’t want to die single.
With you,
I love to dwindle.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

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