Posted under Everyday Life & My Thoughts
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by ChristineCupids fly, and cupids glow,
shooting their arrows,
to whom, we don’t really know.There are sounds of sweetness in the air…
with imaginary hearts flying here and
there.Couples lips, sealed with passion,
Yours and mine…
I really wish it could happen..For I yearn for your warmth,
The cuddling on the beach…
Just to be in your arms,
If only ours could reach.You are thousands of miles away,
Which really makes me want to cry,
For I miss you so much,
that tears roll down from my eyes…I don’t know what to do,
for all I want,
is to be with you…I wish so much,
that you could be right next to me,
As I lean on your shoulder, with your arms
around me…A glowing smile,
Would form on my face…
If only I could see you,
Just on this special day…
My face would be filled with grace.Daydreaming as I always do..
About nothing, or no-one else,
But you…Even though we cannot be together on
this day,
Cupid, will bond our hearts together in
every way.I will be thinking of you,
every second,
every minute,
and every hour,
on this day…Most of all,
blowing you a kiss,
from thousands of miles away,
landing it on your lips,
and wishing you a very…Valentines Day…~
This poem was written, if I remember correctly, about six or seven years ago. Although it’s a little too late for valentine’s day, or is it? Valentines day has been boosted as a couples day of love celebration. But to me, “Love” is celebrated, not only by couples but family and friends celebrating brotherly love, family love etc.
To me, everyday is Valentine’s day and you do not need a special day to celebrate “Love”. We should celebrate “Love” everyday, with our loved ones in our special ways.
And of coz, a belated Valentine’s Day, to all.
Kyels on 21 Feb 2006 at 21:31:44 188 #
I love this poem … It’s just soooo beautiful!
zeroimpact on 22 Feb 2006 at 14:47:34 908 #
Kyels
It is beautiful, and for some reason I have kept it with me for about 7 years. I guess I just have the heart for old things.
And you write beautifully too, my dear.
May be next time I will ask you to write something dedicated to me