The Beat I Love

I love that smile of yours,
So cute and loving.
I love that voice of yours
So deep and caring.
I love those hands of yours,
So warm and strong.
I love yours eyes,
So grey and shining.
I love the beat of your heart...
Cause my love for you increases,
As your heart takes another beat.
I love everything you are,
Cause I know, you are for me!

**HugZz**

Comments

  1. Sakhi.January 22, 2009 at 3:27 AM

    hey!!cute one!!

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 22, 2009 at 11:40 PM

    at least got something positive this time. Good post. keep it up dear

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  3. NotionJanuary 23, 2009 at 8:33 AM

    this is hot too, i really like the pic though it's sexy

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  4. EmmaJanuary 23, 2009 at 9:39 AM

    I like that one.

    Piano is fun. I think I'm gonna like it.

    -Emj

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  5. SavyJanuary 23, 2009 at 2:29 PM

    Where do you find all the awesome pics??? Lol

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  6. VictoriaJanuary 23, 2009 at 3:32 PM

    thanks :) i really like that one..describes him perfectly. :)

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  7. TaraJanuary 23, 2009 at 10:32 PM

    I just wanted to thank you once again for commenting on my blog. I also wanted to check out your blog too, like I promised. Anyway, this is an awesome blog. The poems are beautiful. Keep at it. :)

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2009 at 9:46 AM

    ahh thats sweet! :)
    Yeah, im all better now, i dont like being ill at all either, its boring.
    Hope all is fine and dandy with you ;)

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  9. SavyJanuary 24, 2009 at 6:37 PM

    I have something cool for you on my blog! (or shall I say fabulous! lol)

    www.lifeofacerealkiller.blogspot.com

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  10. MacJanuary 24, 2009 at 8:24 PM

    I like this poem quite a bit. ^_^ And thank your for reading my blog.

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