I wish I could be the painter, so I could paint your fragile smile where world of me is found.
I may not be the creative hunt,
but I wish I could be the writer just to describe the happiness of holding your hands forever to feel how the love is bound.
Thinking for a while, music makes me reflects the emotion
I wish I could be the singer not to sing a song to create a fame,
but simply to describe the world that my world will be incomplete without your name.Yes, love is in the air, why don't I be wind then
I wish I could be the wind, passing by the tall trees and bushes,
which simply glories whole environment whisper your name to make the world realise that you are my precious.By the rising sun from the mountain or the moon that glow through the trees,
Or the droplets of the rain that pours from the sky,
Let the world knows the best part of my life where I stood holding my breath and faces with smile and you will be with be together standing by.The softness of your lips and sweetness of your voice,
Or simply the cuteness of your smile that make everyone stood for a while,
Makes me realise how lucky I am to make you my right choice,
Yes, to live the world with complete rejoice.
Thank you dear for coming into my life,
for being in my life and letting me into your life,
From small to big or medium, one to two or two to one we will correspondence the happiness by resize.Yes with the whisper of your name or the emotions that are been felt,
I can't keep on holding my emotion by thinking you that make me smile
Yes of course dear it's never ending, love will always be re cycle
It's not just a matter of while or the attachment that are fragile,
Purity of the heart and beginning of happiness
Love will always be re cycle, no matter what love will always be re cycle.-Sujan
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Love Recycle
PoetryHi respected all, its me Sujan from Nepal but recently on Australia. it's my first article on Wattpad. Even though I have been involving playing with paper and pen creation own world since I was 7 yearsbold. And I loved the field that makes me real...