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Special moments and special people.

They come, go and leave as simple.

Like the ones we like, who stay a few,

It’s just one sided and just not you.

A bit of comfort would be nice,

A gesture secured with a smile.

The moon shines with rays of light,

Just like feelings through the night.

As bold and strong the mind and heart,

The human feel is hard to part,

Just to know the past will be from us apart.

randomness

Little voice has come to speak.

The heart and mind are not at ease.

The hurt and pain will never cease.

Happy moments will take its peak.

Coming soon with a winning streak

Will you be my favourite freak?

For our eyes have come to meet.

As time will come to change these beat.

This wishful dream will never be sweet.

So for now my lips are sealed.

For this moment we will lead.

little red rose

The little red rose.

A symbol. A meaning.

Blooms on daylight.

Withers at night.

Once given, it’s a sign of affection.

Once dried, another reflection.

They come in colours for every occasion.

For moments spent with each relation.

At times I wonder for my red rose.

Waiting for you to be so close.

A rose is a rose, till you know for whom you chose.

Till then……..my little red rose.