or thats what she was...lol
As the fleece of a docile lamb, Soft.
As the summer rain, Loved so much,
Yet never comes so 'oft.
She is to me...
As the snow over the high rising peaks, Gentle.
As the waters in an oasis,
In a dry desert unprecedental.
She is to me...
As the lovely flowers of paradise, so fragrant.
As the holy journey to heaven,
where the soul is immortal, never dies.
A little bit of magic,
Not one in the world can see,
She's mine, my love, my life...
That is what She is to me.
Poetry by Umang
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Written on 2006-04-03 at 22:02
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She is to me...
She is to meAs the fleece of a docile lamb, Soft.
As the summer rain, Loved so much,
Yet never comes so 'oft.
She is to me...
As the snow over the high rising peaks, Gentle.
As the waters in an oasis,
In a dry desert unprecedental.
She is to me...
As the lovely flowers of paradise, so fragrant.
As the holy journey to heaven,
where the soul is immortal, never dies.
A little bit of magic,
Not one in the world can see,
She's mine, my love, my life...
That is what She is to me.
Poetry by Umang
Read 780 times
Written on 2006-04-03 at 22:02
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