Your gift!

I feel beauty of life
When I see you
When you talk to me
When you smile
When I close my eyes and see you
When I see the moon yet see your face
I feel the beauty of life

I feel the beauty of life
When we have long shore talks
When we talk with our eyes
When you listen to my secret feelings
When you whisper softly in my ears
When you look into my eyes
I feel the beauty of life

I feel the beauty of life
When you are happy
When you rejoice life
When you take pleasure in me
When you love talking to me
When you feel me
I feel the beauty of life

I feel the beauty of life
When I first felt love in me
When I knew you are the one
When I decided life with you
When I first touched you with love
When I felt you and your manliness
I feel the beauty of life

I feel the pain of life
When I think of the fact
When you are no more with me
When my dreams fondly think of you
When memories trace back to you
When I think of cunning cupid
I feel the pain of life

I felt the pain of life
When I question am I not made for you?
When you never answer me
When you left me alone
When I knew you never cared
When understood bitter things
I felt the pain of life

I felt the pain of life
When in uncertainty you are dumb
When you never respond to my feelings
When I think of our culmination
When I feel that it’s all over
When my heart weeps with pain
I felt the pain of life

I felt the pain of life
When I learnt my heart never gives up
When decisions made by emotions never die
When I long for it again and again
When my waiting is prolonged
When it is a never ending wait
I felt the pain of life

I feel it all because of you
Beauty or pain of life
My life is all yours
Love tell me
What’s your gift for my love?
Love or pain!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am sure the answer to the question at the end is Love. For all the emotions that has squeezed your brain to creat this wonderful master piece there will a man who will come like a storm to take u in his arms. Best wishes.

Srividhya Ganesan
Boston- Usa
1:34 AM
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