Love, my friend

I found this scribbled on a piece of paper from an old notebook when I was cleaning the house the other day.

Pragya wrote it and I liked it so much that I decided that it had to be put out there for the world to read!

If the thunders and rain couldn’t make you see,

if the tears in my eyes didn’t make you weak,

love is a far away land, and all I hoped was to hold your hand.

All my wrath and all the strength,

the fight and blame, was love my friend.

‘Cause when it pours down on us,

the ones that stick are the ones who are worth.

Beautiful, innit?