Heaps of your love make up the entire picture
Sometimes with the blues and sometimes with the rapture.
You surround me with an air of care
Sometimes correcting my mistakes
Sometimes holding me when I'm trembling in fear.
Sometimes you make me smile while sometimes I cry
Sometimes you hurt me so brutally that I feel my inner spring dry.
You make me waiting hours after hours
Knowing the fact how much it hurts.
Everytime your departure leaves me bare
Still you have gone leaving me forever,
I get nothing out of my dreams
But life flows like the streams.
Whether you are with me or not
Baby, my life is blessed in your love.
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This is a very good poem.
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I am glad you liked it.Thank you for reading.
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lovely thanx fo entering
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Children are like that. When they are not around, they fill us with the love of their memories.I myself fond of so many children, though I do not have children. They suround me, though I did n't give them anything, except tennis balls now and then.They simply play, play and rejoice, because they have nothing to settle scores with.
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Whether you are with me or not
Baby, my life is blessed in your love.
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