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Day 02 ( 48 ) Hrs ........... Depressed 😔

Every time I see reminds me of yours.....No words...I never know how much I could.......
Don't have words for that pure soul and beautiful mind.....

She is kind hearted, special person who brings joy and happiness in his commitment(as She claim Engaged) in his life. Her beautiful spirit radiates hope and light to those who around them. Her smiles brighten his days and nights, and her laughter is music to his ears. 

He should be blessed to have her in his life and cherish his every moment, that lucky person will be enjoying his long conversation on different sociological issues that escalates disturbance in society.  The ignorant dervish says that the lucky guy is very lucky to have that beautiful soul, because of her everything with him will happen in positive way. 

The ignorant dervish says to the Lucky man.... that he should always admire her intelligence, grace, love and support. He should be thankful to have her on his side. 

The ignorant dervish advises him, that she is true soul, give her regard, comfort and deep care for her values and dream. he advises again that you Mister Lucky should be patient for her openness and talkative , values and goals. 

The Ignorant Dervish say for her
  1. He Longs to be with her
  2. His Heart aches for her
  3. He yearns to see her smile
  4. He craves her presence 
  5. He pines for her everyday
  6. He desire her affection
  7. He misses her deeply
No words can describe her hidden confidence, love, support and care..... Dervish is right here waiting for you. For him the mystery is sweet pain aching in his heart.....

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