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»Message to your Heart«

by Blessing Ntsaluba, September 24, 2010

Rain in me your tears of joy
As your lips die in mine,
leaving a sweetest taste of strawberry and pineapple.
Juicy they are without a doubt,
Enjoying every moment of them.

I may not be your nation within a nation
but your lover within your heart.
even losing you might mean the world to someone else
But having you in my heart means the universe to me.
I may not be in your prescence
But in your heart is where you can find me.

You rise the joy from within me
That makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach,
A feeling I will and shall never run away from.
Though I may turn my back and face the world
To help us to survive, no doubt you must have
Because I only have eyes for you.

Tags: Desire Dreams Emotions Fantasy Hope Life Love Passion Relationships Romantic

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