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Mea Jan 2013
Every time I close my eyes I see you,
Every time I dream I feel you,
Every time I breathe I know you live in me,
Every time I'm down you make me smile,
You light up my day and light up my life.
I treasure every second by your side
I immerse myself in thoughts of you
I love me because I love you
You are surely the kiss the angel blew.
Mea Jan 2013
A gift so perfect,*
A gift so true,
To wake up to to you, is yet to be true
*A kiss the angels blew and that is you...
Mea Jan 2013
I've never seen someone like you,
Who are you,  an aborigine from perfect land...
You crush me down,
You tear me apart,
You break my confidence,
The more I try, the ruder you get.
The stronger you tear me down.

To err is human, but not so for you.
You think your perfect, well I'm sorry to prove you wrong.
Believe in perfection, try your hand at it first,
Then, and only then try your hand at others.

*  Personalised and Improvised  
  Evolves to ones likeness  
  Reflects who you are  
  Father of practice  
  Efficient when a true friend  
  Creative and rewarding  
  Time consuming  
  Institution of creative minds  
  Openness to change and  
  Never devastating.  *

Faith is mine, and uncertainty is yours.
Trust is from humans, disbelief for aborigines.
Love for the heart, hatred for the mind.
Completeness in all its goodness is mine,  
Perfection with all its imperfection is for none but you.

We try and you wreck us down,
You try and we break apart.
Let nature take its own time and heal the wounds,
Caused by the imperfect perfectionist.
Mea Jan 2013
You have always been a mystery box....
With surprises...filled with Joy... Sorrow....Pain...Love...Hatred...
The master of all creation...
Every moment is a new beginning with you...
While you also accompany an end to the old....
Your unique mix for each nomad.... is what makes you "you"...
some may call you "life" while other few call you "fate"....
but I call you  "the master of arts"...
playing as though we were meant to be your puppets....
puppets of the earth...
Well... I choose to disobey you...
Destroy your good friend who brings a tear to my eye...
Banish her from the face of the earth...
Sorrow or Sadness either way you have no way with me...
I have built my army against you...
the fear of failure fills me too....

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