Sunday, November 27, 2011

You

You are the light of my world
Brightening up the darkness
With the three magical words

Your mellifluous voice
Sounds like the chime of bells to my ear
And when you confess your feelings
It feels there is no burden I cannot bear

You make me complete, my darling
You make me alive
You take me places I’ve never been to
You make me thrive

Life is a bed of roses
But thorns there are some
But with you as my guiding light
A smooth sailing it would become

Time flies by, the feelings grow old
But as it is oft said, old is truly gold
Like a bottle of scotch twenty years old
An eternity hence, the feelings will never mold.

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