eshajam said:

You have this power over me,
This undescribable, undeniable, unmistakable power.
You consume my mind.
You invade my thoughts.
You are the ruler of my dream world.
You bring a smile to my face,
A sparkle to my eyes,
And a tear to my cheek.

Your voice is like a sweet song,
I am hearing for the first time.
You take my breath away,
With the simplest things your lips utter.
You make me feel weightless,
As though I could float up,
And touch the heavens above.

You make me look at life through new eyes,
Eyes that have never seen the light of day,
...Until now.
I feel as though I am using all my senses,
For the first time,
And suddenly everything I once knew,
Is now unfamiliar to me.

You fill every cell in my being,
With joy, love and happiness.
You make me want to stand up,
And scream at the top of my lungs,
"I love you, more than words could say."
You make my heart soar,
Like a bird in flight.
But most of all...
You are you, and I love that.

It is this intense power you have over me,
Which gives me strength, hope, and new meaning.
You are my sun, my moon, my evening star,
My light, my life, my love.
You are my destiny.
You are "The One",
The only one,
The one I love.

As I write this poem for you,
It's as if this pen is an extension of my heart,
And my heart is guiding it across the paper.
Every letter, every word, every stroke,
Is meant to be.
...As we are.

~CHANDNI~ said:

~tasha~ said:

Two butterflies were in love.........

One day, they decided to play Hide n Seek.......

During the play.....

Boy Butterfly - "A small game within us"

Girl Butterfly - "OK"

Boy Butterfly - "The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in the
morning.....that one loves the other one more....."

Girl Butterfly - "OK"

Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that he can sit
before the girl butterfly does......

Finally, the flower opened.....

What did he see.....?????........

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The girl butterfly had died inside the flower.....

She stayed there all night......so that early in the morning......as soon as she
sees him.......she can fly to him and tell him how much she loved him........

This is true LOVE....

Life is LOVE.......

LIVING MIGHT MEAN TAKING CHANCES, BUT THEY ARE WORTH TAKING...... LOVING MIGHT
BE A MISTAKE, BUT ITS WORTH MAKING........

Happy LOVING.....as i always say.........


I LOVE WALKING IN RAIN BECAUSE NOBODY CAN SEE ME CRYING!

KING OF JB said:

good

eshajam said:

sad but a good lesson...
nice story..

~CHANDNI~ said:

eshajam said:

yeh lo g khas aap k liyeh