Spent so many nights
with a hope in my mind
you would come again
speak to me.
I have the Bible in my hand
and the bouquet of your letters
they are still as fresh
as they are supposed to be.
never fear dear
the mysteries are solved
now you can
kiss my heart
that still vibrates
because someone lives there.
you know that
my heart is not that poetic
it only speaks...
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Author:
Hribhu Dey (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2011 12:18
- Category: Love
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Comments1
I love it! 🙂 Awesome job. 🙂
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