I met a sweet young lady
walking into the class one day
She had a sparkle in her eyes
and hair of golden black
While skipping slowly by her side
she had such a happy face
A sweet young maiden I saw in her
a young child full of grace i saw in her
sweet perfume of IMPULSE....was she..
They say beauty's a outdated word ,
they say better forget it
But I have heard Rehman play
Watched sunset flooding Bengal Bay
Seen tender looks that seemed to stray
in your eyes, they melt away
Something of these has come to stay
And humbly I affirm today
I’m glad I met it.
I'm glad i met you
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