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When I find myself standing alone!

Getting loved back, by the one you love,
It’s the most precious gift in life to own,
Whenever I think about her,
I find myself standing alone..!!!

People meet, gather to discover,
A generation blooms;
Different qualities are grown,
Whenever I think about her,
I find myself standing alone..!!!

Roses and lilies tell me to smile,
Give me courage to ride a roan,
Whenever I think about her,
I find myself standing alone..!!!

She grows everything with love,
Almost anything you have sown,
Why can’t my love seed grew,
Cz whenever I think about her,
I find myself standing alone..!!!

Sitting in a porch, enjoying coffee,
We were growing old,
Together in my reverie,
But when I wake up for coffee,
I find myself standing alone..!!!

Even Hitler had someone who loved him,
Whole world left him, still he wasn’t alone
Why can’t you love me my love?
I’m waiting, waiting for you
Still being alone!!

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 31, 2012 at 7:28 PM

    You have a blog since 2010 :) Mine is from 2011....and you say I inspired? Not quite right...

    Anyhow, thank you for your email and you write really well..

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