When I See You

When I See You short poem

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When I see you, I have a smile
As being with you makes my living worth a while
When I see you you
No words can describe the warm feeling I get that fills me inside
When I see you I wonder if you know that I feel so empty whenever you go
When I see you I think what will it be
Would I get mesmerized by your beauty or
it will just be over excited me
Longing to see you, feel your warm touch
it’s been long Wait
I missed you very much.

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Preeti
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The warmth and magic of true love…so wonderfully expressed here!

Milton Robertson
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Milton Robertson

LOVE such an Awesome feeling and given from Above.

Muhammad Khalid Khan
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Beautifully expressed

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