SPANDANANGAL - POEMS to read and...

                                                                                                              SLEEP

While you were sleeping
I sat by your bed 
I watched you as you smiled through your dreams 
I traced your perfect shell like ear, 
Touched every curl on your head.
I tried to sleep but the sound of your breathing-
                                               drew me back to you.

I couldn’t resist ---
The magic which tugged at my heartstrings and brought-
                                                                me to your side. 
I settled on the floor once again ,back against the wall
Holding your hand in mine.
While you were sleeping I fell in love with you - 
                                                                  all over again.

I laughed myself to happy tears,
Suddenly I woke up to understand these are my dreams,
I was thinking of you when I slept.

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LOVE THE WAY SHE IS

I love everything about her, 

And I love her the most. 

I love the way she smiles, 

And the way she holds my hand 

When I cry. 

I love the way she lets me listen 

To her heart beating, 

And the way she tells me 

It’s for me she lives. 

I love the way she hurts me, 

And always comes back to 

Ask me to forgive her. 

I love the way she is, 

For never trying to impress me, 

For every word she says. 

I love everything about her, 

In every way. 

I feel like the happiest person 

When she is with me.

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THE TWILIGHT

When there is something that cannot be expressed,
When there is something that cannot be explained,
A steadfast belief, one deep place—
A peaceful knowing that someone is there, who moves in peace.

All one needs is a person, totally,
A helping hand that holds and supports,
A figure in shadows who carries the light,
Like twilight, whom I adore—
The person who brings me alive.

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 MOTHER

When you feel you are alone in a crowd, when no one can understand you, when your love is rejected by them, when you hate your eyes and just close your face, see the one who looks at you more than anyone else, who loves you more than anyone else, who cares for you in loneliness, and comforts you when you cry. She is no one but your sweet, loving mother. Love her more than anyone else in this world, ’cause only she has been, is, and will be there for you all the time.


 
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