With LoveA Poem by The DreamerSomeday, somehow, somewhere, i hope to find someone - to give this to....Love, is in the way you look, As I stand and cook. My face covered in flour: Like, I am beauty personified every hour.
Love, is when you always listen - Sometimes it makes my eyes glisten - To all my foolish patter: 'Cause to me, you know they matter.
Love, is when you don’t sleep ever, When I am down with fever, Till you sing me to sleep at night: Holding me in your arms tight.
Love, is in a small fight, Over trivial things, too light. Later when we make peace, With hugs and kisses, we tease.
Love, is in a brush of our fingers, An electric rush that lingers, As we lay side by side: With nothing betwixt us to hide.
Love, is when I wake up slowly, Your fingers combing my hair softly, A kiss upon my lips like a blessing: 'Good morning', to me you sing.
When I am with you, I know What Love is all about, and so: I love you with all my life. With Love - from your Wife.
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19 Reviews Added on January 7, 2013 Last Updated on February 14, 2014 Tags: love Previous Versions AuthorThe DreamerIndiaAboutHey - I am Nisha . I love to dream when I am awake, sadly I don't dream much when I sleep - maybe i drain all my resources before I go to bed... Writing is like a release for me, a source o.. more..Writing
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