Thinking Of You

Early morning when I get up from my bed
Your thoughts are spinning circles in my head
It’s these thoughts that get me through every day
Even at night they refuse to go away

I’m in class and I steal a look at you
It’s become my favourite silly-thing to do
I know you’ve caught me once or maybe twice
And then your smile has made me feel so nice

After school I go home all on my own
Hoping you’d ask me why I am walking alone
A hundred times I’ve run it in my mind
But no good answer I seem to find

At home I hardly ever seem to talk
Mom and Dad plan to send me to a doc
They worry when there is really nothing to
All I am doing is thinking of you

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She Loves Me

Her love is bigger than all the jewels adorning the queen
She loves me more than a star loves to gleam
Her love is larger than all the love that I have ever seen
She loves me more than a poet loves to dream
Her love is greater than heaven and hell and everything in between
She loves me as much as I love her it seems

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Love Me Madly

Love me
Love me like the lightning loves the thunder
Like the mind loves the wonder
Love me, love me so
Like the snow loves the mountains
Like the naughty water loves the fountains
Love me, won’t you love me so?
Love me like there’s no tomorrow
Like the winter loves the sorrow
Love me, love me now
Like a child’s love for chocolate
Unconditional and affectionate
Love me darling, love me
Like the victor loves the gloating
Like the tummy loves the bloating
Love me, love me, love me
Love me like a miser loves his money
Like the bees love their honey
Love me, sting me
Like a lion loves the roaring
Like the clouds love the pouring
Love me, love me more
Like the hearts that love the beating
Like a house loves the heating
Love me, love me always
Like the way I want you badly
Like the way I love you madly
Love me, love me

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I Won’t Let Death Come Close

I’ll shut all the windows, bolt all the doors
Seal all the holes in the roof and the floors
In my arms you for ever I’ll enclose
But I won’t let that fiendish Death come close

I’ll shut down all the lights and silence there will be
So it never detects your presence here with me
I’ll stay up all night if such a need arose
But I won’t let that devilish Death come close

Whether it be day or night or the blazing noon
Whether it be May or March or the balmy June
Whether in the guise of Hel or Kali or in the form of Thanatos
I won’t let that infernal Death come close

I’ll protect you from all harm, risk and injury
Keep you safe from its sniff and artillery
As long as life runs from my head to my toes
I won’t let that menacing Death come close

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Only One Answer

What is it about you that makes my heart melt?
What is it that pushes all the worries out of my mind?
What is it in you that charms my heart to the fullest?
What is it? What is it? I keep asking myself

I’ve scratched my head but no answer I have found
I have contemplated all alternatives rationally
I have tried to glance into the depths of my faculties
I have tried; I have tried; and I have failed

After crossing out all possibilities off my list
After twisting and turning many sleepless nights
After a year of rumination there is only solution that remains
It is love; it is love; it could only be love

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Love Is A Feather

Love is a feather
Floating tenderly with the breeze
Falling in your palm
Often unexpectedly
Don’t hold it too tightly
Lest you crush it
Hold it lightly
Feel its soft touch
Caress it with affection
Examine it carefully
You could make out the dove
From whom this thing of beauty dropped
What is that dove but a collection of such feathers
One piece is in your hands
Be gentle and caring
It will stick to your palm
For as long as you want
It may seem small but believe me when I say
It is everything

What You Mean To Me

I guess I’ve never told
You what you mean to me
How grand a place you hold
In life’s moments to be

My lips fail me every
Time that I try to speak
My heart falls in a reverie
Showing from cheek to cheek

I’m glad I’ve always showed you
Instead just what you mean
My love has always flowed through
In acts of stream serene

For man is yet to find a better
Method of conveying love
Far better than a penned letter
Is a gesture of true love