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Friday 4 January 2013

When cold wind blows




I look through your eyes
when those cold wind blows.
and wait for your stare,
till my heart beat slows.
and whenever I glance at you,
my love for you largely grows.
and when you aren't around,
blood in my veins seldom flows.
For me to love you,
I don't have to be close.
neither to prove it,
I need to give you some red rose.
beauty is not in your looks,
tis your heart that I really chose. 

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