I was alone, Before I met you,
But when our Faces met I became a stranger,
When our Eyes met I became a admirer,
When our Hands met I became a friend,
When our Hearts met I became a lover,
When our Lips met I became a soul-partner,
But, Faces have to hide,
Eyes have to blink,
Hands have to separate,
Hearts have to beat,
And Lips have to close,
Now I am no longer , a stranger,
a admirer, a friend, a lover, a partner,
Can you tell me now ,
Who am I without you now?
This is a story about the laughter of adolescence; snuffles of solitude; joys of togetherness; and the innocence of affection. Some hopes, few wishes, and various dreams blend with the essence of my thoughts and embellished with the taste of my views.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Who Am I Without You Now ?
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