Not knowing when
Not knowing how
We walked away
And said Goodbye.
As we utter our last words
No knowing when we would me next
I looked into your eyes
And searched for the love I now see.
I might be stubborn or silly
But I can tell
Something you hide and don't want to show me
And its those lil things you do that mean a lot to me.
You don't say those words I long to hear
Those words I no longer say
And there is no need
It just a feeling...something inside of me.
I hope you know now
That it not always how
And not always when
It is What you do to make me feel loved.
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Hey TK,
You write so well. Keep it up.
Also I don't know if I've aready pointed this site out to you but have you checked http://www.sikhlife.blogspot.com/.
Samar ji, writes some really inspiring stuff.
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