Faded fabric, worn with loving touch,
You held my secrets and whispered dreams so much.
Your button eyes, a constant, steady gaze,
Witnessed tea parties in sunshine's warm haze.
We built grand castles, kingdoms in the sand,
Shared whispered stories, hand in a tiny hand.
You wore my dresses, donned a makeshift crown,
My loyal princess, never let down.
Though years have passed, your porcelain smile
Holds the magic of childhood, sweet and beguile.
More than a toy, a confidante you've been,
A silent witness to the love unseen.
Now, in my hands, a different warmth I hold,
A love story whispered, a tale yet untold.
Your tiny hand rests where his gentle ring gleams,
A symbol of a love that truly beams.
My childhood doll, a bond that time can't sever,
A reminder of dreams, held close forever.
Check the book to gift your Valentine - Where Melodies Meet Moonlight: A Thrilling & Romantic Love Story
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Rajesh Kumar Giri
Rajesh Kumar Giri is an accomplished author and practical success coach known for his transformative writing style and insightful guidance.
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