Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Love poem

The way I own the joy, who else can
Will you still bloom when I am not there
The praise that I sing , who else can
Will you still smile when I am not there
The embrace that I throw, who else can
Will you still hug when I am not there
The pleasant that I present, who else can
Will you still breath fresh when I am not there
The thrills that I bring, who else can
Will you still throb when I am not there
The life that I lose, who else can
Will you still live when I am not there

Will world survive when we are not one

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