As I sit here single today
I realize how much I love everything.
I love the way I recognize her voice
Amongst ten others when she’s out of sight.
I love the way she waves her hand,
To say a ‘hi’ if I don’t notice her.
I love the way she runs into me,
Almost anywhere, any time of the day.
I love the way her friends plan it,
To let her know where I am.
I love the way all my friends tease me,
And tell me to walk up to her and talk.
I love the way she’s more special today
Because today’s Valentine’s Day.
And I’d love the way everyday would be more special
If she’d been my Valentine today.
10 comments:
hii rachit....
this poem of urs is oe of ur finest creations based on true facts in each of r lives....
lovely...
can i know her name whom u r talking abt in this...
;)
im not talkin about anyone in particular ... just random stuff that i read ... and what i thot we really feel ... and the poem wa stolen off the notice board !!! orphanage walle card pe likha tha !! :'( :'( :'(
u wrote it on that card!!!
sumone is so cheap to do dat....
dont worry...
nd exactly these r d common feeling of college going people like us...
awww!! dats really sweet...but doofus do smth about it....
accha ji?
humein to pata hi nahi tha..that ure writing this for nobody in particular?
haina?
it wasnt !! notice board pe lagane ke liye tha .... valentines day ke liye special poem :'( ... aur chori ho gayi :'(
someone stole it?
chee.cheap log
but this is so sweet
:D
awwwwwwwww.
:D
sahi bola sameerbau ne!! kisike liye nhi tha??
sabke ke liye tha toh kyun ro rahe ho agar kisine nhi padha ho??
im crying coz it was stollen :P
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