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Post by suman on Apr 19, 2005 19:52:16 GMT 6
I am standing on the edge of a sword again Just to tell you I love you I care for you
Wounds, cuts are not my fears Either you love me or not
Fighting runs on my blood Have faith, I will fight till my last breath
Your one smile, Armors me invincible Your one sorrow, Penetrates my soul
I have no doubts on you Neither on intension of you
I am not afraid of your surroundings Neither afraid of mine They are nothing, if you are on the side of mine
I want to complete, the walk on the sword With you holding my hand
I fear no wounds I fear no cuts I fear no one No fear, No one saying a word
But I fear falling down the sword And losing your support
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Post by Finlip on Apr 19, 2005 20:29:58 GMT 6
Lovely.
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Post by whitepepper on Apr 19, 2005 21:00:33 GMT 6
Some grammatical mistakes impede the flow of the poem..but I do get what you're trying to say. Nice
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Post by Ally- on Apr 20, 2005 0:15:56 GMT 6
its good im sure the person who u wrote it for appreciated it very much
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Post by suman on Apr 20, 2005 5:04:29 GMT 6
Thanks guys
ho ra.....kaha kaha chha?
yeah appreciated at that time ......Not anymore
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Post by whitepepper on Apr 20, 2005 16:46:39 GMT 6
Umm..figure it out yourself. Besides, it's a personal poem so I don't really want to evaluate.
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Post by suman on Apr 20, 2005 17:40:05 GMT 6
It is personal but still I can handle it. If I would be too offended by any kind of evaluation I would not put it here. I would be happy if you could help me make it better. However if you are not comfortable commenting, you don't have to.
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