Thursday, September 25, 2008

not just a potful of love.

All I admired is stepping in front of me,

Ain’t just my love, But a little more to me.


Waking a new morning, feels utterly great.

Leaving the hand of worry just held the hand of faith.


Reflects in his eyes, how much he cares,

Being more than my life makes his love much fair.


It’s the depth of his love that shines on his face,

Being no different to me, the grace reflects on my face.


Walking away from the world, holding his hand,

Moving together in love, it’s just a new land.


More to me,

Became more to us;

Being two different souls,

Now it’s one dipped in love.

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