She gushes like untamed waves in a mischievous sea;
Her laugh like gurgle of a baby,
She is everything you want her to be.
She is a woman in love...
Like naive clay on a potter's wheel
She lets you mold all her dreams...
Her eyes meet yours and
She sees whatever you make her believe
She is a woman in love...
One day it will all change
When she'll hear life's original song
Illusions it will all seem
And she would have 'lost faith in love'
But till then...
Don't wake her up, just let her dream on
Let her be what she's happy to be
...A woman rapt in your love.
8 comments:
Just let the waves drown whatever comes in their way
Hi, thanks for dropping by my blog...you write pretty good! Keep up the good work. :-)
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i just wish she sees her dream in reality when she wakes up. i am sure there are people around who could make that happen. ask her to have faith in her dreams. good things happen to good people.
Beautiful!
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oh that is so brilliantly written!
I imagined her , all the way through!
Loved the way you write
Cheers,
Sharad
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Thanks for visiting my blog...Very well written (:
Beautiful imagery in the first two verses...what I like even more is the third-person angle to this very personally felt emotion (right?)...its like you are observing yourself out of your body...because of this device, the dichotomies faced in love become all the more poignant...
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