M!racle


I want nothing more but you,
Cause when I am with you, I feel so true.
Nothing to hide, I can just be 'me'...
Can open my heart out
Cause I feel you are a part of me!
My fears I just leave behind,
My sorrow I speak out to you.
Boy! You are a miracle in my life...
And I want it to last forever as you!

Comments

  1. Sakhi.March 13, 2009 at 2:49 AM

    true yaar...i agrre wid u!!

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  2. AnonymousMarch 13, 2009 at 6:21 AM

    Don't take this for heart, but I hope I had someone like you. silly me, what am I talking!! may be I am just tired after the 3 hours of exam

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  3. अविनाशMarch 13, 2009 at 6:27 AM

    well composed....straight from heart

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  4. AdishaMarch 13, 2009 at 7:28 AM

    Beautifully expressed !!!

    cheers,
    adisha

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  5. Arnab MajumdarMarch 13, 2009 at 9:28 AM

    Good poem again, nice flow of the words here... Keep writing!

    Cheers...

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  6. DibsyMarch 13, 2009 at 4:19 PM

    oh i really really really love this one! :)

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  7. AnonymousMarch 13, 2009 at 4:39 PM

    thanks! no, i'm not from china.. but i am chinese. i live in america.

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  8. DibsyMarch 13, 2009 at 8:45 PM

    im front the phillipines! :)

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  9. MacMarch 15, 2009 at 2:01 PM

    Thats so deep. Love forever. Is there such a thing. If you say Bella and Edward, I will kill you. ;)

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  10. TonyMarch 16, 2009 at 4:02 AM

    nice post, and did u see film named 'once' before? this is a good film i ve nevr seen befor, and ur poem let me remember this film!

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