Thursday, July 10, 2008
to love me was a decision truly bold
facing jokes so cold sprinters would become limp
and as you listen your eyes shimmered and danced
like you needed a boat to head downstream
through rich and poor times you were there
when we ate buffet or hawker fare
when despite knowing the food u love
wad rhymes wif it's all i could serve
you claim to be a fussy worrywart
4 As when ya thot u'll fail so wads too high above?
i promise to care with all my heart
so that ya path ahead's so straight it will never curve
i dreamt of a museum belonging to us
housing delicate gifts of love present, future and past
but let this poem stay 4ever in ya heart
to tickle you when times are hard
i love u dear =)
weilie *
11:04 PM
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