Thursday, February 3, 2011

I took a paper and  a pen,
sat to write about you.

A rush of thoughts in my mind,
coudn't pick a line about you.

With loaded mind and sunken heart
when i come to you,
and with glittering watery eyes sit next to you,
we talk untill i think its fine,
and your patient does not decline,
till the straight (:-!) on my face ,
changes into a curved line :-) 
Thanking all  who care for me
and will always do
and the times when you need me
i'll be there for you.