"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
-Plato-

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Are you there?

Are you there? i'll ask myself.. Are you there? If you are there, never let me know, for i'll be in hot soup, for all those mushy mushy poems to you.. =D I dun think you even know i like you.. You'll never know, until the day comes, my birthday.. =D

Poem.. Nothing else to write.. so.. love poem again!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!! =D

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Love

Liking someone, 
is pouring all your expectations of that someone into her.
Loving somebody,
Is to accept her flaws and expecting nothing more from her.

Liking someone,
Is when you feel flushed when you see her.
Loving somebody,
Is when you feel sad, anger, fear, happiness for her.

Liking someone,
Is to hold her tight, never letting go.
Loving somebody,
Is to leave her be, to move with the flow.

Liking someone,
Is to crave for her company.
Loving somebody,
Is to be her company.

Love is special..
That why you have "Somebody Special."

She is that somebody.

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LIKE A SUMBAADIII!~! =D

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