*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S For my dearest khala. With love, and happy memories.
Happy Birthday.
I hope with all my heart that you live a long healthy life, full of happiness and peace.
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What I feel, is far too deep, To be said, in a few words, Or many. But I do try, To speak, of what my heart feels.
What I feel for you, is pure love. Sweet, deep, true. It makes the world fade away, All it's darkness, all pain and worries.
You are light.
Loving you is like writing poetry. Loving each second, more than words can explain, not a million can. Perhaps, I love, too much.
And it's you whom I love, With all my heart. It beats, it talks of memories, Of your presence, which I love.
I love you far too much. Much more, perhaps, than I ever thought I could.
For I never thought my heart strong enough, to love this much. To see such goodness and let my eyes feast on it, so comfortably.
You are gorgeous. Such a breath-taking beauty. Eyes so full of wonder, Lips always smiling. Features, delicate.
Words sweet, they fall from your lips so naturally, spoken so beautifuly, for I hear, Or I try to. I hear the words, Am able to grasp their beauty. I love hearing, and hearing you speak, It is sheer bliss.
You are so much. Such caring is your heart, Loving, Deep, utterly yours.
It is so easy, to love you. To love the whole you. With all your flaws, With all your beauty, To love, purely out of heart.
For I see such goodness when I stare at you. I take pleasure in hearing you speak, in seeing expressions flash through your eyes. Such wonder they hold.
Dark, even, with thoughts, I like to think. They, those thoughts, They leak into your eyes. They must, For how else can they speak so much?
And those lips, they smile. And the smile, it is simple. And yet, it gives such pleasure. For seeing you happy, makes me happy.
And when they laugh. It is such a sound, lovely to hear. Perhaps, I've fallen for loud laughs, For they speak of happiness. And yours, it makes me smile.
And those hair that fall around your face. The very face, pleasant to look at. Not just, because of the lovely features, But also, because you wear expressions, So beautifuly.
How can you be so beautiful? How so sweet, so loving, such goodness? What, is your heart made of? For it must be beautiful, Because it is you, who owns it.
I love you so. For I have reasons to. Quite so many, too many, almost.
And I love loving you. I love that I can call you my khala, Mine.
