I thought of taking the easier way
to your heart.
Things that make you special to me;
These I try to express in words.
My mind’s busy thinking
about everything you do.
Everything that touches my heart,
Coming right from yours.
I try to play with words,
I try to rhyme,
I try to write one poem,
But can’t manage even one line.
If only I were a poet.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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