Your picture hangs in my memory
Your smile etched in my mind
Your voice is in my melody
Your eyes makes me go wild
Loving you is like being in a nursery
Full of naughty little children
Playing with toys and teddies and being merry
And games they play which they always win
I write this short verse
To dedicate our love
And let it be better or worse,
There'll be no end to my love.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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