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What She Thinks of Me

Poetry By: joy Milton

Often lovers think what their beloved thinks about them and when I did the same these things came to my mind (19-12-2005)

Submitted:Oct 15, 2009    Reads: 94    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Without you my life was autumn
Spring came along with you
Always I was lost in thoughts
You made me live in present
I didn't know who I was
Made me meet my-self
Now loneliness wasn't a friend
Every moment you are visible
Eyes were often dry or with tears
Don't know why now they twinkle
Lips were fields parched by drought
Now juicy with an unquenchable thirst
Cheeks were pale and lusterless
Your thoughts make them rosy-pink
Hair were lifeless, rough and wrinkled
Same oil and comb, gave them new life
To be frank you are my 'beauty parlor'
That's why I love you, dear I love you


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