Being Happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.
It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections...

Thursday, December 13, 2007

a small seed

my love is like,
a small seed...

It has grown into,
a small plant.

My faith,
is nourishing it..

Till it grows into,
a strong tree...

A strong one..
My love..
Nothing can set me apart...

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