POEM NO.3

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My Memoir

(My Love)

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His figure screams beauty

His posture screams grace

His smile is my insignia

Of the new beginning and day

His voice is my lullaby

As it soothes me to the core

The look in his eyes

Gives me the emotion and feeling

That I truly know

His dorkiness is my happiness

His sadness is my sadness too

His laughter is like a chiming bells

While his tears are my weakness

I love him, but he don't know

I admire him, but can't notice

He's my inspiration

My Dream

He is my hope

For a new change of my life

He is my light

When the darkness fall

My hands reached out for him

But he's too far

We're on a different level

As he is on the top while I'm at the bottom

He's a royalty and I'm just peasant

He's a King and I'm a servant

He is like a star that all I can do is to gaze

Though, this thine love of mine for him

Will forever stay

For richest and poorer

Till the very end

Even in the brink of death

Because he is My Memoir, My Life

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