thoughts within me

Archive for January 2015

If I choose you for your beauty,
then who are you but a show-piece to me?

If I choose you for your wit,
then who are you but a delightful book to me?

If I choose you for your wealth,
then who are you but an ATM to me?

If I choose you for your heritage,
then who are you but a symbol of what once was?

If I choose you for your care and compassion,
then who are you but like a nurse to me?

If I choose you for your family,
then who are you but like my distant cousin?

I choose you for you,
the real, honest, self of your being.
No I’m not a saint,
or the devil with a hidden agenda.

I choose you for you,
in the hope that
you will choose me for me.

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your heart’s like a feather gently floating in the air,
you try to give your best but you just can’t prepare,
you can’t stop smiling, your face is blushing red,
those coveted words reach your lips but are never said…

coz when you fall in love for the first time,
grey clouds feel like white,
there’s nothing you can’t fight,
don’t care if its wrong or right,
it just feels so good…
when you fall in love for the first time.