I'm seeing people at the window
and think of the past
Then I thought what it can be
if we are really meant to be
Then I decided I can't wait forever
I can't wait forever to say
I love you
I don't want to wait forever
just to say I need you
Thinking of all the good times
I'll make it up to you babe
I'm sorry for all the hurts
I'll make it to you babe.
I just can't wait forever
To let you know I love you
I'll make it to you babe
And that we are really meant to be.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I can't wait forever to say I love you
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Labels: love poems
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Dance of the love
Golden daffodils
dance with the music and wind
beloved, come near
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darkness
Darkness cast the land
Languor captures my dire soul
Armageddon comes
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Tired Soul
Heart ablaze with fire
Adversities in my life
I have gone sleep
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The storm
Cloud weeps mournfully
thunder roars tremendously
fear weeps the frightened land
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The distance
I could not but think
of the distance by the sea
The wind keeps tossing the leaves
of love i set for you
The ardent passion seethes
like the scorching heat of the eye of the sky
I long for the love
i prayed to the Universe
Has it been denied? or just been delayed..
(retrieved from http://coffeeandlife.wordpress.com/coffee-talk/)
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The Passion
When the sun sets
the flower closes it buds
Like when the poet
loses its passion
the feelings are repressed
down to the deepest emotions
left unchecked…
It is when the pen fails
to put into writing
the tears within
the mind could not think
of anything
but
leaves the paper unmarked..
As the painter
could not sketch
his canvas
with the lightest draft
when his only love
leaves
without any remarks…
When the passion dies
the artist could not make any sense
of what is life about but–
death…
(retrieved from http://coffeeandlife.wordpress.com/coffee-talk/)
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Labels: love poems