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"the story of your eyes..."




A song for you :)




Let me read "the story of your eyes",
Let me read your heart,
I know I don’t understand you now,
But I want to and don’t know how?

Let me drown into you,
Let me wipe off the scars and fears,
I know I hurt you a lot,
May be because I am afraid or confused,
Or I am selfish (as you said)
But you know , don’t you? That I am mad.

Let me not think beyond this point,
Let me have some good memories –
Dusk of sharing,

Night of love,
And dawn with His white Dove,
I know this scheme is not funny,
But I really want to spend some time (with you) honey.

Let me sit beside you with hand in hand,
Let me watch this tempestuous calm sea,
Let me dance with you in rain,
Let me have some wild fantasy
I know and I have heard – "Life is not easy",
But don’t we like adventures and being frizzy?

Let us explore the world and ourselves,
Let us take a new birth each moment,
I know and I have heard – "Everything is possible",
Then let us enjoy !! who cares if we are not compatible.


Comments

Mr Happy said…
wonderfully said , everything is possible....:)
Naveen said…
Wow!! u got lil romantic in dere haan!!
nice work ;-)
@ngel ~ said…
romantic... lolzz..!!! yup! I was always a die-heart romantic and here I am being a lil practical too ... :)
Mr Happy said…
hmm practicality is surely possible :P

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