The sweet little Chicky of mine...
Who was born on Jan the nine...
Who wears world’s sweetest smile...
Whose eyes are like a glass of wine...
Whose hair knot is long like river Nile...
Whose words rime a melodious rhyme...
Whose ‘blinking twice’ is truly divine...
Absolute love is what she clearly define...
Whose thoughts ride the wave of sine...
Whose self-will; no one can decline...
Whose courage hasn’t heard the word dyin’...
The sweet little Chicky of mine...
Who was born on Jan the nine...
Who has made me proud by her shine...
Who reads me like a straight line...
Knows what I mean by the names I assign...
Whose scent instances meaning of the verb pine...
Reminds the days when we jumped cloud nine...
Awaiting the day when together we’ll dine...
Believe me, I’m not lyin’...
Penned this when I said am passing the time...
Hope you’ll like the gift I have design...
The sweet little Chicky of mine...
Who was born on Jan the nine...
9th Jan 2010
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