Unspoken Words
My love for you
Is pure from heart
No expectation
No demand
To have you
My love for you
Is like a shadow
of moon, in a lake
Thousand miles away
At night, just wish to see
My love for you
Is my madness
Perhaps I wont tell you
Even you will never realise
How much I love you
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What do I name you? | 0 | 05/29/2011 |
| Silent Love | 0 | 01/11/2010 |
| Unspoken Words | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| A Broken Heart | 2 | 08/02/2009 |
| Bond of brother and sister | 0 | 04/15/2009 |
| Women Day | 1 | 03/08/2009 |
| I won't say sorry | 0 | 03/07/2009 |
| I wont say u sorry | 1 | 03/07/2009 |
| To My Dad..... | 3 | 03/03/2009 |
| Once upon a time..... | 1 | 03/02/2009 |
| Once upon a time.... | 5 | 03/02/2009 |
| I Love U | 3 | 03/02/2009 |
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