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Cutting out pictures of my love
The first thing I do right now
He is a man god above
Loving me somehow
To see his face here
Right in front of me
Stops my tears
From flowing free
His brown eyes
Face resting on his hand
My body lies
In waiting for this man
What gifts may I give
Send to let him know I care
Will I ever live
In his love there
Photos for now on coffee table
Another for above my bed
I will love him as I am able
His images runs through my silly head
My wish to please
This man I want to marry
I long to tease
His lips I'll carry
In my soul
In the sparkle of my eyes
As affection will roll
In my baby cries
I am woman
Weak and emotion filled
He is man
Strong and willed
To be powerful working
Have faith he will persevere
Stop those tears that are lurking
Behind brown eyes here
He will listen when I am sad
Call me if I ask
Bring me smiles of glad
To him an easy task
His lips, eyes, hair, hands, neck, fingers
Are here in a picture by me
His smile, look, pride, love lingers
Because his picture will set free
The fear I feel
As Mumbai has trouble
He is man and real
Doesn't burst my bubble
Of fantasies about belonging
Or love that is word
He knows I am here longing
For my thoughts of him to be heard
Now I kiss his lips on paper
I kiss his head without shame
My feeling for him not to taper
I live in the reverence of his name.
11/28/2008 1250 cj
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