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Reality...

Sometimes we
Hold each other in
Love's embrace
And a softness radiates
Inside me for you
That transforms the glow
In your face.
And i can read between
Your eyes.
If you say the truth
Or the lie,fewer times?

For each day you dedicate me a rose
Calling me better
But I can sense
When it is a pretence
And when it is just Me.

Inside you
I reside.
So
When you say you love me ..
And you mean it,
I gasp..
Cause it makes things
So much harder for the times
When you don't.

SoUmY@


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Rukhiya said…
Awestruck!Dumbfound!A lump in throat!Eyebrows still raised!!
March 14, 2008 7:44 AM
Usha Pisharody said…
Echoing Rukhiya...!

Awed. The depth of emotion, conveyed subtly, almost a nonchalant manner is just a master stroke..!

Don't know how else to put it. Gives me goosebumps!
March 14, 2008 10:53 AM
Cinderella said…
This reminded me of the movie 'The Prestige'...
Was that your inspiration for this ??
Loved it !!
March 15, 2008 4:20 PM
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