ee punye…

Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

The man I love

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 7:45 am on Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Sayang,Sayang_chak

You are the man that walked into my life,
You changed everything from wrong to right,
You make me happy, when I’m sad,
You tell me things to make me glad,

You love me, even though we’re not together,
You promised me- always and forever,
You stayed with me, even though we’re apart,
You always keep me in your loving heart,

Looking upon the stars tonight,
Holding your picture close and tight,
Hoping that you’re thinking of me,
Wishing our love will always be,

I hope you know that my love is for real,
It’s not some game that someone can steal,
Deep in my heart I know it’s true,
That I will always, always love you. . .



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