Friday, September 15, 2006

When I think of....

All about what I think of when I think of my special someone...pure mush and sweet nothings in the following lines :). I loved the response to this poem too...many had good things to say!! :)

When I think of love I think of you
The sound of your voice echoes in my ears
The way you whisper..."luvvv u"
The way you call me..."baby"
The sound of your voice soothes away my fears

From the moment I wake up to a new day
I sense your love in many a way
Yes baby I long for this every day...

I wanna wake up to the touch of your fingers
Caressing my face...
Your touch bringing a smile to my lips...
The look in your eyes making my
Heart race...

I wanna wake up with that want...
That longing...that desire...
Hear your voice telling me how much you love me...
Lifting my spirits higher...

You make me feel like I never ever knew love
You're an answer to my prayer from my God above :-)

17 comments:

  1. beautiful poem,beautifully expressed..........fakir

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  2. I so very love this..!!!!

    Pure love...eternal bliss !!

    Specially that line...,"the way you ball me 'baby'.."

    That call's one of a kind,like no other..really.

    Makes me wanna pick up the phone and make a surprise call (yeah even in this deathly hour!!).

    Take care.

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  3. Ishita..

    Beautiful poem... Loved it..

    thanks for stopping by and reminding me that I'd forgotten to write... I hope all is well with you... I love your pictures... you are such a beautiful woman... I hope you aren't married because I don't want to disrespect your husband or significant other.... I have been writing but haven't been posting... I'm on myspace ... you can find me at jdriscol27@hotmail.com.... if you are on myspace...

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  4. @ fakir... i know this is a late reply but thanks:)...!

    @ cinderella ... glad u liked it dear:)...comin from u it's a gr8 compliment!:)

    @ luvwannabefree25 (JD!)... thanks and again when u say u luvd it...that makes me smile a lot coz what u write is beautiful!:)...and yes m married wid a 5 yr old kid:)..and no one's offended wid what u say:)...thanks btw @ beautiful!:) and noted ur email id..wl keep in touch esp. wen i worry abt ur absences from blogs...

    @ ashok..thanks for gettin here and appreciating this:)

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  5. @ raghav.... thanks:)..! glad u liked wat u read...

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  6. hi
    ishita,
    thanks for your comment..)

    your poems are beautiful too. i esp like this one and the one about yur osn going "mommy".

    children are so adorably cute even when they are mischievous, arent they?

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  7. oops sorry mamma..thats how my kids call me too :)

    and ur template is pretty.

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  8. Ethereal...
    How beautifully you have expressed your feelings...each & every word shows LOVE...Simply gorgeous :)

    Stay Beautiful...!!

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  9. hey there. thanks for the visit to TS! truly appreciated.

    i've since blog-rolled u. sumhow i'm having difficulties commenting using my usual account. wonder wht went wrong.

    tulipspeaks.blogspot.com

    =ammu=

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  10. Consider writing songs, consider finding a voice for your poems, consider finding a guitarist to subtly play in the background, consider a career change...seriously you are good!

    Happy Christmas and New Year!

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  11. I loved it! I hope the one you love, loved it more.

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  12. @ mystic rose...sorry fr d late response:)...thanks fr readin thru this blog! gettin comments here (in dis blog) make me happiest...

    yes children are adorably cute:))...mine's a naughty naughty one!!:) keeps me on my toes!

    keep visiting:)

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  13. @ sugarlips:)...thanks...glad u liked it!:)...

    @ amutha:)...thanks:)!

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  14. @ rupen:)...flattered! m not sure if i totally agree wid u...i think m ok...i try and sumtimes d words come out right:)...but thanks u made my day!:)

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  15. @ kannathil:)..thanks and yes he did:)

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