Sunday, 18 September 2011

Whatever you may like it to be

I have a lover, A lover like no other
I won't tell her name, For you may blemish her fame

She's like a present, Like rain to a peasant
She's the pretty dove, the one which fills everyone with love

She makes sing, When i'm drowning to the sting
She makes me smile, When i haven't had it for a while

She shows me the way, Even when its another girl whom i want to stay
She gives me the warmth, Even when i'm puffing spite

She gives me hope, When I've lost all belief
She sets things right, It was late after midnight

I'm not scared of Death, I never was
Its the nightmare which chills me to the spine, the nightmare of living without her

For she was the one, who made me feel love for the very first time..


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