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March first, you are the best
What a one, what a beautiful one.
Oh God, I got reconnected with the one.
Today is the day I have long waited for.
Today I found my C. T, the missing golden ore.
Today I found my missing soul.
Today i will joy, dance, drink and roll on the floor.
Wonder! Am I awake, or still am I dreaming.
Is it true? or am I hallucinating?
It got to be true! It got to be her!
I find it hard to believe.
The missing part of me is a life and somewhere there.
When I lost her, I lost myself, I lost my soul.
Just don’t know what to say,
may be to thank god and pray.
JUST can’t wait to see her, hug her, and squeeze her into my heart.
I was a life, but actually not living.
How could a man live with have of him missing?
You can’t imagine how empty my life was.
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A story to tell
A story that never been told,
Not new though, neither old,
A bout treasure of pure Gold,
Nicely kept, beautifully hold,
Wrapped in a blessed shroud,
Not to be found by digging!
Only by prayers to the Lord.
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The old man is determined,
But, no signs yet, no traces,
Distressed, wet and cold,
He didn’t stop, refrain or hold,
Hope kept him firm and bold,
Hope will lead him to his bond.
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One day he struck luck!
He struck the concealed, hidden gold,
He shouted… O’ my generous Lord,
It is my girl; it is my soul, my fond,
O’ Goodness,
She is glittering more than Gold,
With happiness inside,
He prostrated to God and bowed.
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Nothing but the truth darling Noor,
My heart is not in the look up anymore,
My Heart will never suffer no more,
My heart was like a desert floor,
So empty, so boring, no trees or ore.
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But after finding you,
Heartily words keep pouring out of my soul,
Miles of smiles, loads of kisses
And a real purpose of life and goal,
Completeness, awesomeness I FEEL NOW,
*****
You taught me without you knowing,
That Love never die.
You taught me, love is an ocean,
Whose depths cannot be plumbed.
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She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown,
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown,
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown.
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses,
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.
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Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled the kingdom of love, no people in it, just butterflies and doves. His majesty grows older; he started looking for a heir of his own flesh to rule the kingdom. One day a ghost named 'funny Vanessa' came to him on moonless night to tell him that the true heiress is life and sound, and her optional hideout is now over. A year later the king reunited with his heiress, he hugged and squeezed her into his chest and cried from the inside, as kings are not suppose to weaken and seep tears. One day while contemplating at the butterfly doom, the ghost showed up and sang him a poem written by the peace loving dove on an Egyptian papyrus:
What a beautiful world, what an awesome year,
What a colorful days I see, so musical I feel and hear,
No more wonders, pains, sorrows, puzzles nor fear,
Skies are so light blue; rivers are so crystal clear,
The days that just went by, is like breeze of fresh air,
Pure and genuine love, the king and his daughter share
Laughter, Delight finally dried up the oceans of despair,
Joyous and festive days the king of love forever adhere,
That his dearest shining star is so touchable, is so near,
Like spring velvet sun rays, sprayed from up there,
His majesty's seed of love is now mature and sincere,
Like a tree of glory, so colorful, sweet fruit she bear,
Then his majesty prayed:
May your days my heiress and your family be full of joy and cheer.
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